It feels like I just witnessed a tragedy. I feel like going out and getting a little Cardinals logo sticker for my car, and a bumper sticker that says something like, “We Will Always Remember: 10-16-06.”
The Chicago Bears became bad guys last night. If this was Wrestlemania III, they’d be Andre the Giant. I used to like them, they were friendly, powerful, generous, and admirable for a while… but then they did something really mean to someone who didn’t deserve it, and now I don’t like them anymore. That’s how I feel… I feel like the Cardinals are a scrawny loner kid that was about to finally beat up the bully, and then the bully landed some lucky bullshit punch and kicked the little kid’s ass. I didn’t want to see that little kid get his ass kicked. What I really feel like, evidently, is expressing myself through analogies right now.
But yeah, the Bears just became like the Patriots, Colts, or Steelers… they’re no longer an improbable upstart team on the rise to greatness, they’re just another good NFL team whose success I resent. And I don’t even fucking like the Cardinals… they’ve just sucked for so long, they finally were about to get a big, signature win… and ouch.
I’m literally sad for them. Everyone takes tough losses from time to time, and I usually don’t offer a ton of sympathy because everyone goes through it… but that one made me actually feel emotional pain… for Neil Rackers, for Cardinals fans, for Dennis Green… but not for Matt Leinart, because he still has his choice of any woman in Arizona or southern California.
Check out this pain:

It’s an exciting time to be a woman… because