
In a suburb far far away from Chicagoland, a Van Nuys home has procured the proper Chicago fixin's for their Super Bowl festivities. You can spot the Chicago fans even by their trash. No Bear fan Bowl party should be without bratz.



M. McCoy from Aurora Illinois says the guy with the palm tree has been bringing that to the tailgates all year to encourage a trip to Miami.
The drummers are from the actual drumline that leads the Bears out of the tunnel.
I only wish they were drinking Old Style - for aesthetics sake.
I want to own the van with the Bear "C" on it.
And Mike's warm fuzzy Elmer Fudd Bears hat.
And I want a Super Bowl win.
Because I said five games ago that if the Bears win the Super Bowl I'm retiring from football.
Too stressful. My ulcer speaks for itself.
And you don't taunt Urlacher as you're running into the endzone ahead of him.
But all Chicago fans were glad Reggie Bush did because that and a safety and some good 'ol fashioned football weather was what gave Da Bears the motivation to stop the Saints.
With around 12:34 left in the game with plenty of time for the Saints to do some scoring, I said in a room full of nervous Chicagoans, "C'mon, Bears, only five quarters left." It literally went silent. The room was now nervous for me. I repeated, "Five quarters, Bears, that's all you need." Someone finally broke the silence and asked me if I knew where I was and what the Hell was I talking about.
Being a former tennis player, I used to psych myself up in the middle of a match by telling myself, "only three points to win this game...only seven points to win this match...",etc.
So, yes, I'd had a few beers on Sunday and we were in the fourth quarter of the conference championship game, but it made perfect sense to me that the Bears only had five more quarters to scrape through in order to win the Super Bowl. There was some brow wiping for me there and everybody went back to enjoying (feverishly) the game. When the Bears won, somebody said during all the hugging and high-fiving, "Only four quarters to go!" Maybe it was me.
And in Chicago for the last four-and-a-half months and for the next two weeks, White Sox fans and Cub fans all get along.
That Puppeteering Is Back.
And That "Once Again, Hard Work Pays Off. Dammit."
An that nobody in town knows how to make a "Perfect Manhattan". Except Dan Tana's.
And low-lights... after the dessert table collapsed, a guest said not-so-jokingly, "This party is no longer safe for children!" And it wasn't. And they left.