Weekend worries
The Mister is a considerate, thoughtful man in most respects. But there are two things that can turn him into a wild-eyed, trash-talking hooligan: University of Kansas basketball and Chicago Bears football.
If you don’t know, both play this weekend. If you really don’t know, one is in the Super Bowl. For the Mister, this is even better than Christmas. Even better, I fear, than sex.
Here is a direct quote from my beloved involving the Bears win that got them into the Super Bowl:
HooHaw … Bear Down, Chicago Bears … Whoop, Whoop … We love Lovie … Watta, Watta … Monsters are back … Heeya, Baby … Hup, Hup … Go, Bears!
And here is the email he sent his family when the Kansas Jayhawks went to The Big Dance, March Madness, the NCAA Playoffs last season:
Okay, got peanuts, popcorn. Good supply of Coke. All my work pushed aside. Appointments cancelled. Phone disconnected. Had the cable guy come yesterday and upgrade us to hi def. See you in four days.
If either of his teams loses this weekend there won’t be enough antidepressants this side of Seattle to alter his mood. He will be wintered in stony silence, questioning the meaning of life.
So, please Bear Down, Chicago Bears. And Rock Chalk, Jayhawks. It’s just a weekend for me. But for the Mister, it’s SPORTS.