The Pride and Joy of Illinois

Went to see the Bears beat Detroit at Soldier Field today -- 34-7, go Bears! Despite the Weather Channel's ominous warnings there was no thunderstorm, no hail, and no damaging wind... in fact, the wind at last year's San Francisco game was much more noteworthy.

Spent a small fortune on beer at $6.50 a can. Normally that price would make me cringe but when you're sitting in Row 25 it seems like money well spent to have it delivered directly to your seat (you can sort of tell from the picture how many steps there were between our seats and the beer stand). This seemed to be a common feeling among the crowd because the beer was in high demand and our lone, sweaty beerman was mobbed all through the first half. Several fans, experiencing the kind of debilitating beer anxiety that comes from holding an empty plastic cup for too long, lumbered down to the aisle and planted themselves in his path, refusing to move until served. The Great Beer Rebellion of Section 441 was eventually put down when another beerman joined the fray and together the duo managed to quench the collective thirst.

It's quite a thing to see the Bears play in person -- an entirely different energy altogether from watching the game on TV. I can't say I'm the most ardent fan ever (that would be my husband) but I do enjoy this newly annual event.

Fortunately I had recovered from last week's NU tailgate in time for our Chicago traingate although I do think it will take quite some time before I'm able to follow the Bloody Mary-Knob Creek-Miller Lite path to inebriation again.