Who's Ready Fer S'm Furrtbawwll??

So yesterday was Super Bowl Sunday... Now, I've never been a fan of football in general (or any physical sport, for that matter; I have a phobia of exercise and competitive play), but -- as an admitted fair-weather fan born and raised in Illinois -- I was glad to see the Chicago Bears get to play in the Super Bowl. Conversely, I was kind of disappointed that they lost yesterday. Of course, their loss was like visiting a nursing home: it's depressing to visit and watch old people slowly drift into the cold and obscuring embrace of Death, but once you leave you don't really care anymore, and you're just happy that you get to go home and listen to Peter Bjorn and John. Simply put, you just get it out of your mind and move on with your life.

As a fair-weather fan, the small heartbreak of defeat was quickly washed away by Animal Planet's multiple showings of Puppy Bowl III. Honestly, you can't help but feel good when you see adorable puppies playing in a scaled football arena with toys and canned cheers in the background.

Here's us watching it:



PUPPY BOWL III. on Vimeo

Some final thoughts:
-Even though I never paid attention to the Bears prior to the Super Bowl, Rex Grossman does have that air of idiocy around him. I tell ya, pretty boys aren't the brightest star in the Solar System of Life.
-Is it me, or did this year's commercials seem a tad too violent and/or depressing? Honest to God, watching an automotive-factory machine lose its job and kill itself put a real downer on my Puppy Bowl.
-Quote of the night: "The Bears may have lost the game, but at least my son's still alive." --Tim, in regards to Tony Dungy's son.

Well, that's my football rant: puppies and suicide. Oh, and I have a new comic up.