Easy. Peasy.
so yeah,
no matter what I say, I always come back,
come April and definitely August, hope will, once again, spring eternal
& yep, I’ll be back
or so I declared on February 9, 2025
aka, Super Bowl Sunday,
aka, the HUMPH I grrrrrr-ed, the elaborate, I did not care to experience.
But there’s more to my I Won’t Be Watching The Super Bowl stance, NFL
& dare I say, it’s you, for you’ve made this event a show, a show I find uncomfortable to watch.
You’ve pushed aside the old-school, the originals, the people who got you there in the first place, and replaced with glitz and glamour and over-the-top and who’s-who andandand …
& you’ve forgotten about me, NFL
me
uh-huh
we all knew, I’d return, because no matter how much I rant and rave and carry on, it’s my heart, you own, Chicago Bears
& I ain’t going nowhere.
SO.
here I am
blank slate,
anything is possible,
brand new season,
with my solemn, I sure am going to try,
shhhhh
it’s only a game,
nothing I say or do will affect the outcome,
calm,
cool
ahhhhh,
zen approach
&
… to ….
there’s more in my iPhone notes, but you get the picture
I vow to contain my emotions, best I can,
keep my NFL conspiracy theories to a minimum,
have my Barry Manilow playlist available, just in case,
and listen to the games via
cause local gleeeeeeeee or waaaaaaaaaa-s are heart-felt and genuine,
♥ they ♥ get ♥ me ♥
&
there ya go, NFL trek to the tippity-top
EASY.
PEASY.
but
um
er
just one more, teeny, tiny, p.s. of a tidbit …
if February 8, 2026 aligns those stars and destines
Josh Allen and his Buffalo Bills
a Chicago Bears match-up ??
tucked way, waaaaay back into a corner, desperately hiding from the outcome
I guarantee,
I will be.
weeeeeeeeeee
🙂