The Truth Awakens

I think we can all agree that the movie we saw over the weekend (and again on Monday…and maybe even once more since) was a fantastic Star Wars movie.  But it was just that:  A Star Wars movie, warts and all.  Nothing more.  Whether we want to admit it or not, all Star Wars movies have warts on them.  The problem is that when we talk about the original trilogy, we blind ourselves to them.  And when we talk about the prequels, the warts are all we allow ourselves to see.

With that in mind, let me say this:  All I want for Christmas is for this to be the Star Wars trilogy that we can all have an honest, fair, and balanced conversation about.

Oh, and I guess the health and happiness of my family and friends.  Peace on Earth, good will to all men and women and all that.

Wishing you all the best, the merriest, and the nerdiest this holiday season.

CVA

*Sorry for the prolonged absence.  I hope to see more of you all soon!

Cultivation

In the past two weeks, I’ve planted a dozen columbines (six red, six purple), a half-dozen asiatic lilies, four azalea bushes, and a wine-and-roses.  And all that came after I split a bunch of hostas and balloon flowers. It all brings me one step closer to my life goal of having a better backyard than Mr. Miyagi.  At which point I’ll begin training lonely neighborhood teenagers to be my own personal unarmed death squad.  Because – let’s be real – Daniel-San never would have trusted the old man if he hadn’t been able to grow such a perfect metaphor water garden in the middle of the Los Angeles desert.

An Open Letter on Behalf of Bears Fans Everywhere

Dear Marc Trestman,

It is now halftime of your game in Green Bay. You’ve had two weeks to prepare, yet Dom Capers (like most DC’s you’ve faced this season) seems to be listening in on your headset, your defense looks completely clueless, your team has no discipline, and most of your best players look like they don’t give a damn. Please be on the bus back to Chicago before the start of the third quarter. Please have your office cleared out by morning. And please take Mel Tucker, Joe DeCamillis, and Phil Emery with you.

On behalf of Bears fans everywhere,

Christopher

“Unacceptable”

So glad the Bears fired a head coach that kept a woefully under-talented team competitive for nearly a decade so they could hire one who’s done nothing but underachieve with one of the best rosters in the NFL. I know it’s only halftime today and not quite the halfway point of the season, but I’m about to jump on the FIRE MARC TRESTMAN bandwagon. The team’s regressed, Jay Cutler – the man Trestman was hired to “fix” – has regressed…I hate to be that guy, but if you’re going to pull the trigger, bye week is the time to do it.

Going to open another beer and see how long I can endure this second half.

As always thanks for putting up with… reading.

CVA

UPDATE:. On further review, I take it back. What’s the point of firing Marc Trestman? Who’s going to take over the team? Mel Tucker?

Getting Fired Up for Friday

Fridays used to be the best day of the week. I used to live for Fridays. In the fall, they meant football. In the winter, they meant novelty. During rugby season in the spring, they were usually our off night. Fridays always meant something.

Now, they’re just so…ordinary.

Today’s the last Friday of regular-season football in Illinois. The playoffs are a week away, and my (former) team is playing an opponent who’s lost 44 straight games, none of them even competitive. Needless to say, I don’t have a lot to get excited about this morning.

So, let’s put on some music, crank up the speakers, and find a way to get fired up. I thought about posting some heavy-handed “pre-game” music here, but decided to save it. I just want to have some fun today. That said, below you’ll find one of my favorite songs (and my go-to karaoke jam…although those days are mostly behind me). I hope it brings a smile to your face and gets your Friday started off right.

As always, thanks for reading. I’ll post a more substantial update soon.

CVA

Ridiculous

Devin Hester *finally* breaks Deion Sanders’s record last night.

And, of course, he does it in a Falcons jersey. Unbelievable.

Can’t help but laugh at the irony of him doing it against Lovie Smith, though.

Credit to Atlanta. They figured out in about eight weeks of summer what the Bears puzzled over for eight years: How to get quality mileage out of Hester as both a receiver AND a return specialist.

Anyway…happy to see Hester finally get his record. Just wish it could have been as a Bear.

Congratulations, 23…er…17. You deserve it.

CVA