Monday Monday

 Mondays are interesting days. As a sports fan, I can always relive the trials and tribulations of the weekend sports fill.  

The fall and winter bring a different type of sports world then that of the summer months. Baseball, the near daily treat, provides a daily up and down that on most occasions can mitigate the frustration of sports. 

Colder weather sports have an annoying cadence of inconsistency. The NBA and NHL's one to three games per week schedule seems frequent when held up against NCAA basketball games and seem nearly daily when viewed next to Football. needless to say, fans tend to stew (winter food pun intended) for a long time before they are reintroduced to elation or disappointment. 

For the past thirty years, as a chicagoan, I have had a front row seat to the never ending disappointment that is the Chicago Bears. I would like to say I have never been more embarrassed to be a bears fan, but I'm sure next week will bring a new low. 

Football, and really all sports, result in what we often refer to as the Monday morning quarterback. those of us who have absolutely no business being close to the field of play, yet deem we are wiser and better than any professional. And so i have been afflicted. 

Who do you complain to about this? 

DB

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