Thank you Neurotik. I’ve worked hard to build this city, and I’m glad you enjoyed it 
The winters aren’t THAT bad, just don’t be a pussy about it.
I’m off to Champagn or however the hell it’s spelled. Tune your t.v.s in and look for the gal dressed as a bear in the sixth row 
I’m going to amend my scoring prediction:
Bears 27 Vikings 13
So it is written
So it shall be done.
I’m originally from Anaheim, CA. I live in DC now and I think the winters are freaking ridiculous.
And if I want to be a pussy about it, I will, thank you very much. I’d like to see you survive ten minutes in the smog I’ve grown up with
hurm halftime score shows quite different telling.
At the half, The team of the false prophet JarbabyJar (binks by marraige) are behind by 10 with the Viking horde running an offense well oiled and lead by their leader all dressed in Purple, The Culpepper.
Can Moss (es) part the Bears Def for a few more yards? Yes
Can Moss (es) Lead the children of MInnisota to a Win? Yes
Can the pretender QB MIller score 20 points in a game? Not unless they are the team fielded by Paraguay for the special olympics.
I also say hajario is a doubter and a fool, Martyball will win this weekend and do well. For Brees is young and learning yet will do well. Playoffs? maybe so.
To elf6c I say Thou shall suffer for Kearse has a broken bone in his foot. Yet Carter is going to play well this year.
And sezyou Enjoy your money, might I suggest sending Jarbabyjar (binks by marriage) a sympathy card?
Ok maybe I spoke to soon eh?
How was I supposd to know the Ethipoian Kyack team was playing in the defensive backfield for the viking?
The season is young and the Bears shall give this glimmer of hope before getting thrashed by the big boys.
As a Bears fan, I’ll just say this.
The Bears played pathetically, and still beat the sorry ass Vikings.
So there!
Football season? What are you guys talking about? Football season doesn’t start until tomorrow night.
Steelers/Patriots on Monday night. It’s on. And you New Englanders can kiss my steel-coated ass.
I cannot honestly believe you people are trash-talking about such thoroughly…mediocre teams. Bears? Vikings? Steelers? They’ll be lucky to crawl out of the scum lining the bottom of their divisions.
Go Redskins!
It was the last quarter, about 7 minutes left in the game. I, my future husband, my brother, and his girlfriend were there. My brother and my future husband had already declared victory over the Bears. But I said, “Wait, I thought there was still seven minutes left?”
“What can they do in seven minutes?”
“Well, they can intercept the ball and score.”
I need to get a 900 number. Move over Ms. Cleo!
I’m not necessarily a Bear’s Fan, but the Vikings are bitches. And what the fuck was with all the flags? I’ve never seen so much yellow flying around!
So then my brother says, “SHUT UP! I’ve seen Randy perform miracles in eight seconds.”
Not this time, pal.
Perhaps. But this doesn’t change the fact that Randy Moss is a heartless, chickenshit little bitch. He avoids contact worse than Deion Sanders ever did.
And, I am grateful for Daunte Culpepper being a total fucking moron, on top of it. Way to throw a ball straight to Mike Brown while not being pressured at all. Way to throw a pass while five fucking yards beyond the line of scrimmage. Way to also pass up the myriad running opportunities presented to you. You’ve apparently been spending too much time with Randy.
Of course, when my friends and I were tossing a football around after the game, every time we dropped it, we’d say we were doing a Marty Booker impression. See, Marty, despite catching 8 passes for 198 yards, when you drop two more that would total another 80, you’re going to be made fun of.
And may I also add some bitching about the PA announcer? Ok. The whole “There’s a timeout…” with the pause so that the crowd can say “Where?” and you can respond “…on the field” is funny once. After that, it’s really fucking irritating. I hope they haven’t started pulling that shit at Illini games, or I’m bringing lno’s Urlacher-hunting rifle up there and bagging me a PA announcer.
And the concession stands…dear, sweet, merciful mother of fuck. If the shirts on the girls running the upper-deck stand are to be believed, they’re members of a fast-pitch softball team. If their apparent speed is any guide, it’s a really bad softball team. It was 10-7 when I got in line, and 20-10 when I finally got back to my seat.
Ok, I think I’m done ranting now…
Hmm time to play the market!
Check! Vikes Ole their way to a loss. Nice coverage girly men.
Check!
Double check! (sadly- the freak will be back for the second half of the season).
Additional thoughts: Dallas looked really bad for a supposed team on the rise. Colts looked better then expected. Bills may be decent (cough-- special teams cough cough). Jets are not as good as hyped. The M&M boys in Detriot have royally screwed up the franchise. Matt Millen you hack- your media buddies are cutting you slack, but your an embarrasing hack. Panthers vs. Ravens is the game now showing in hell. Ugh.
Mike Martz- stop screwing with the Rams- you are not a genius, stop trying to act like one. You too Andy Reid.
Well Well. I must say.
Let me check up there at what my prediction was for the Bears final score…OH ok. Just checking.
Sat smack dab in the Front Row on the forty yard line. No less than twenty five feet from Brian Urlachers bald and steaming head. Caught a thumbs up from long snapper Patrick Mannely and also one of the sideline refs for my costume.
Unfortunately, in the costume I became so dehydrated that I was able to drink two consecutive beers without feeling ANY effects, and my friend got a nosebleed and heat exhaustion from wearing all rubber.
All in all it was a WONDERFUL time. Can we stop saying that Mike Brown is just LUCKY and that actually he’s a great defensive machine? Can we give Jim Miller some credit for passing a few times.
Vikes were able to stuff the A-Train, but we were at last victorious.
Although Brian Urlacher WAS ignoring me for some reason…I hope we’re not in a fight. I’d hate for our love to end this way.
J