Oops, DA Bears...

I am not into football. I really don't care who plays, who wins, or who loses.
My family, however, feels differently.

I was not home for the kickoff of the Bears/Packers game today, but when I came home, I realized I should have stayed away longer.

At one point my 6 year old son says, "Bubba, why isn't Notre Dame playing today?"
Bubba: "They are college."
Tom: "Oh, and college doesn't do football?"

That's about how I feel. I know the difference between college and pro ball. I just don't care.

I don't really get all the hype. I took a nap.

I woke up to "UGH! The Bears LOST!"
Ah, well.

So we know that Packers are going to the Superbowl. I won't care about that either.
I will be miles and miles away from home, spending a wonderful weekend with my second daughter, Jen, in Oregon. My family will be watching football, cheering the Pack (for my son-in-law!), but Jenni and I intend to be soaking in the hot springs, eating out at fancy restaurants, and loving being together. Sooooo much more important than football. I don't care what team you are talking about!

I am trying to get kids settled into bedtime routines, but they are playing football in the livingroom. The floors are shaking, the walls are closing in, and I just heard Mike say, "Anyone whos last name begins with a "C" needs to get ready for bed now."

I repeat, "Kids, it's bedtime. Football is over."
Bella, giggling, said, "It's not football mom. It's college."

Sigh.
Maybe with that spirit all of them will go on to higher education.
But for tonight, football is over. The TV is mine now. All the kiddos are going to bed.

Sigh. Oregon is looking better and better every day.

Sorry Bears. Maybe next year. However, I don't believe it will mean anymore to me then either.