That was only 26 years ago...
But we never forget. Here in Chicago, we hold on hard to our championships.
I need you to know, I really do not care much about football in the Big Picture. It's not my bag. I'm more into the girly stuff like figure skating or gymnastics. Or you know, ballet.
I love this kind of lovely-ness.
I take my quarterbacks very seriously. They have certain standards they must live up to, to satisfy me.
(I know this is going to be some serious kind of treason in my part of town.)
Aaron Rodgers is my kind of quarterback.
Swift of action.
Eagle-y of eye.
I think I've finally found a suitable replacement for the Legendary Joe Montana:
whom I just found out, via our friends at Wikipedia, is almost exactly one year older me than me, which is a happy surprise. I thought he was younger. And he still looks dynamite.
(and the very saddest thing of all? When I saved that second, more current and still dee-licious picture of Golden Joe to my files, I labeled it "Old Joe Montana".)
Ehh-age is just a number.
For the next two weeks, I'm sticking with #12!