Fog you, Chicago

The Birds are going to Chicago this year and so am I. Maybe we'll finally come up against some real fans, the kind who can return our wicked verbal punts. It's an 8:15 p.m. game, so there's a good chance I'll come home with chipped teeth and cracked ribs---and that's probably from flights of stairs not fists.

In the meantime, it's time to heckle Bears fans. Why? Mostly because I'm jealous of their rich tradition of excellence, but also because they destroyed the Buddy Ryan era singlehandedly with their stupid, foggy weather. Dumb lake.

Go Birds.

Chicago