I don't even want to hear it. If you're gonna make fun of them (and me for supporting them) I just won't talk to you. I refuse.
For those of you boneheads who have no idea what's happening right now because you a. didn't watch the Bears' game yesterday or b. live in a country like shmernahermanergen-istan and don't/can't watch football American style, here's what happened. My beloved team, the Chicago Bears, were beat out of the NFC title game by the disgusting, wimpy, Brett Favre-worshiping, cheese-eating, Lambeau-leaping Green Bay Packers. Every Bears' fan's worst nightmare. I shudder to think that those morons are going to the SUPERBOWL and not a team that actually deserves to go. Okay, the Bears don't exactly make that cut either, but nobody expected us to be there, and to go out like that, to lose the NFC DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP to the fucking GREEN BAY PACKERS was too painful to take. We left Wisconsin during halftime, thank you very much. I was scared my dad was gonna get punched in the face, with all his big talk of beating down the Packers in a spectacular fashion. Losing was bad enough, though. *sighs* Oh well. Lovie's contract is up after next year, so we can boot him, Mike Martz and all those other doofuses on the coaching staff who gave us what they did yesterday. Jay Cutler and the offense that weren't even there yesterday? They can stay, even though they barely even played yesterday, because they have talent, they just need the leadership. Matt Forte needs the fucking ball. Did he touch it a lot yesterday? Yes. Should he get it more often? YES. And which one of the geniuses upstairs put Tod Collins in at 2nd string quarterback when he's about 100 in football years, can't throw and they expect him to start throwing 20-yard bombs the second he gets in? COME ON.
Okay, I'm done ranting about them for now. Let's talk about the Hawks. For what little of the game I saw, it looked like we did well, they just got a couple of lucky shots in on us. Okay, whatever, so they won, big deal. We beat 'em when it counted, and on their home ice too. I hope they do well this year. Unrealistically, I'd like to have a dynasty team in Chicago, which is very possible, but not this year. We need an enforcer like Dustin Byflugien was who can actually play (sorry Big John Scott, you just don't cut it) along with our first-liners to start producing like they used to. If we can't depend on them to come through for us, who can we depend on? We also should be unifying as a team. right now, we're still a fairly new team that just needs to learn how to read each other and play together. They're lightyears away from where they were, but could still take it farther.
All right. I wash my hands of Chicago sports. And I desperately hope the Steelers win the Super Bowl.
Moving on to a more interesting topic, like music, I found this book in my new Honors English teacher's library called Our Band Could be Your Life. I'm not far into it, but apparently it's about the underground indie-punk scene from 1981-1991 when Nevermind was released. If you don't know who released Nevermind, you should do a google search and then slap yourself. Oh yeah. That little band nobody's ever heard off. Dumbass. Anyway, this book goes through a bunch of those looming underground names like Black Flag, The Minutemen and Minor Threat that my generation's all heard of but never really heard. I'm learning some of the dark, headbanging, fast, loud and violent legacy of some of these bands that I never knew before, and it's pretty damn cool. The music part comes later, when I have time to YouTube-search them.
Also, school is going so well, I'm actually starting to enjoy it. Weird, right? I'll explain more later, seeing as I am tired and crave sleep NOW! Maybe I'll even post tomorrow. I spoil you imaginary people friend things so, don't I? Okay, well, goodbye, good luck, and don't die until you hear from me next. :-D
Love always,
Sarah Snarky
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