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Even more painful to watch on the nationally-televised stage last Sunday.
Still time, though. And there’s always Miami coming up.
“North Dallas Forty” is on my all-time fave football films short list, and #2 behind “The Longest Yard” for 1970’s gridiron flicks.
Its story occupies the darker spaces between the play calls and press conferences. Prescient in its portrayal of the debilitating injuries suffered by players, and the lengths they’ll go to stay in the game.
About effin’ time, huh?
I suppose this means I can finally stop wearing my commemorative Bears Super Bowl tube socks and wash burn them. Would’ve been sweet to see Payton and Duerson there. Such is the slow damage of time on all of us.

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Did not miss Dan Hampton’s self-induced political absence in the least. Dick.
In case you’ve already caught the telltale whiff of suckage from your team of preference during the pre-season (Thank you, Bears and Bills, for the heads up!), there are options. (via)

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I’m just going to come out and say it. This hurts a little bit. This is a hard thing for a Bears fan to do… You guys come into my house to rub it in.
Fuckin’ Packers.

Talkin’ (some) Proudness. Sealing up an improbable NFC North Division title while introducing Favre to another kind of frozen tundra and an early earlier retirement.

The whiteout continues, while the tension builds.

Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory in WNY. Top of the world divisional heap, Ma.

Two wins in a row? Somebody break up these Bills. Bears shoot depleted Fish in a barrel.