DIANA REPUBLIC

I am over football, for this year at least, which is too bad because this is the post-season when Bob and all his testosterone-wielding brothers are in football heaven. The Bears just sucked all the football out of me. It was a season of too much anxiety.  If they were winning, it felt as if they could blow it at any minute.  If they were losing, they might come back at the last moment.  Even the last game of the season, which could have put them in the playoffs, was totally winnable. They just didn’t win, leaving me emotionally exhausted where football is concerned.

I will probably rally for the Super Bowl, but that is not about football unless the Bears are it in.  (Sorry, quick flashback of sitting in the freezing cold rain in Miami-acccck!) The Super Bowl is about the commercials, the food, the party and well….I really do like football, but have you seen the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet? It is not like you could watch it from beginning to end.  Nor is it like the slutty Lingerie Bowl that only aired during half time. But while all the guys are eating chili in front of the big screen TV in the family room, the TV in the kitchen will be switching between one big game and the other big game, the Puppy Bowl.

I will admit that I am a puppy junkie. I spend way too much time checking out Petfinder.com or puppy porn as we call it. At least once a week I forward a picture of a puppy looking for a home to Bob and wait for him to talk me down off the ledge. “Do you really want to train a puppy in January in Chicago? Do you want to pay to board three dogs when we go on vacation?” OK, OK.

I don’t know who will make the Super Bowl. It really doesn’t matter to me at all. I know we will have people over and I will watch part of the game. The rest of the time I will watch puppies wrestling on a miniature football field, because in my house it is always puppy season.