Tuesday, February 5, 2008

It’s Monday afternoon, and it’s extremely foggy. I just worked out and I’m thinking about going tanning. I could use a shot of vitamin D or whatever it is I’m supposed to get from the UV lights. Also, if I’m lucky, I’ll spot a high school girl or MILF or two trying to improve their overall look and not just their demeanor. I say I’m tanning solely for mental health reasons, but I also don’t mind looking like I just got back from vacation. Today, I have a slight Super Bowl XLII hangover, and I’m mourning the one-year anniversary of the other Manning brother beating the Bears as well. My dream is to someday have another Grossman brother lose the Bears another Super Bowl.

Watching all of the pregame and then the Super Bowl on Sunday got me thinking about what an opportunity the Bears squandered last year. It took seeing it on TV to really have it sink in. As I said on the air Monday, I thought that the best three commercials were the Coke commercial with the Macy’s balloons, the Clydesdale getting trained by the Dalmatian for Budweiser, and the E*Trade commercial in which the baby rented a clown and was surprised by how it was “creeping him out.” The rest of them were rather unimpressive, with the possible exception of Shaq as a jockey (I can’t remember what that one was for), and the giant pigeons for FedEx. Okay, that’s my top five then.

Chef Hans has me slated to go to some sort of Blackhawks Alumni Club gathering tonight (Monday night). I know what you’re thinking, “Stever, you’re not a Blackhawk alumni.” “I know,” I reply, “but Chef doesn’t seem to care about that.” I’m going to try and make it, but I’m a little concerned about fitting in. Chef Hans has never steered me wrong, however, and I do know most of those guys and they are all great people who are fun to be around. I haven’t really ever been around any of them since I got sober, and I don’t think they care, but I hope I don’t look like too much of a pussy with just club soda. I can’t even drink Diet Coke because I have to get up so early. Jesus! I am a pussy-- a pussy doing mornings.