I Can’t Believe I Ate The Whole Thing (During The Super Bowl) » Brats & Beer

February 9, 2007
posted under: effin Bears, NFL, Super Bowl

If it’s possible to induce a coma by overeating, I’m pretty sure that during the Super Bowl I came about as close as one dare before actually requiring hospitalization. I seriously need to check out hypno-therapy to curtail my piggish behavior on game days, I think.

So how about those stupid Bears, huh? Not only did they lose, but they thoroughly embarrassed themselves in the process. What a pitiful display of offense that was. Sure, sure, Cedric Benson got hurt, the Chicagoans say, but do you really think the former Longhorn could have saved your asses there in Miami? Not with Wrecks G. on the field, I’m afraid. I remember thinking during the 2003 draft when the Bears traded up to pick the Sex Cannon that it was a move to keep Green Bay from taking him. If that was the case, I’m so glad they did. That guy is worthless, and now 90 million people know it. Well, all except for one portly radio talker. (Seriously Rush, stick to politics; when you open your mouth to talk about sports you inexplicably manage to sound even crazier than you do normally.)

One of the best untold stories to come out of the post-game aftermath is that Sexy may have tried pulling a Max McGee before the big game. According to a post at Kissing Suzy Kolber, an anonymous tipster says Grossman was out boozing it up until four in the morning before the Super Bowl. What an absolute moron. I hope someone out there in the sports entertainment media digs a little deeper into that item.

But now at last we’re done with football for a couple of months, at least until the draft. Maybe without all the distractions I can actually do something with my life. Of course, the basketball tourney will be starting soon, and the Badgers are looking like they might go deep. And then the hockey playoffs start. And then there’s all the mini-camps and everything else leading up to training camp in the summer. Yeah, better scratch that whole “doing something with my life” thing.