The Taste of Victory

...even better than the taste of victory was the taste of ice cream sandwiches and Oberweis chocolate milk the boy and I had as we watched the first half of the Bears' game. He had to go to bed at nine and miss the exciting, and somewhat penalty-riddled finish.

I don't know what to make of the Bears victory and, quite frankly, I don't care. It is fun when the Bears are good. People just yell out "BEARS!" randomly and for some reason, I never grow tired of that.

Supposed to meet with Brian this week so I have to get that together. I also need to talk with Rob at Tapa. I could use a delicious Old Fashioned with the Crown but not tonight. Writing at home is the name of the game.

A very boring game compared to the Bears' win on MNF...

BEARS!!!!