Today, at 2:00 pm, the Chicago Bears will play the Green Bay Packers. The Packers and the Bears are the oldest rivals in the NFL.
My Dearly Departed loved football. I used to swear that he would sit in front of a television’s test pattern if they threw a football across it every now and then. Cole started watching Da Bears games with Joe while he was still in the womb–which meant of course, that I had to be bribed with good football snacks before I would agree to watch.
If da-vine intervention is allowed, I would say that, between Joe and Payton, we have it covered.
I’m not sad, just a little wishful. I wish Joe could watch the game with Cole in more than spirit. I wish there was a radio playing the game in every room and that the TV was blaring loudly upstairs. I wish the sounds of cheering and cursing would fill the house. I wish football snacks littered my counters and floors. (Ok, maybe not.)
At times like these, I have to look upward and say, “Good Lord, what were you thinking?” Really, a boy needs his dad, a Bears fan, at times like these.
I think I just heard both God and Joe say, “GO BEARS!”
Tell me. Please tell me! I really, really, want to know…what is your favorite TV snack for those BIG television moments.
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A PRAYER FOR THE BEARS
Who art a bear,
Hallowed be thy fame,
Thy championship come,
The play be run,
At home as it is away,
Give us this day our Sunday win,
And forgive us our turnovers,
Though we pounce on those who turnover against us,
And lead us not into fourth and long,
But deliver us from Krenzel.
In the name of Ditka
And the holy Payton
It was in 1985,
SO SHALL IT BE IN 2011, REIGN WITHOUT END.