Fresh year, fresh music.
The same old touch with a new blood rush.
They'll never understand how much a small line in one song means to us.
Crowds are won and lost and won again, but our hearts beat for the diehards
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Friday, February 2, 2007
Da Beeearrss
I don't even really like football.
It's amazing and kind of silly how a meaningless game makes me feel homesick.
Silly how we socialize ourselves to support a group of people in tight pants because they supposedly represent your state-even though half of them are only there because they've been traded from a team on the other side of the country.
And yet, as I watch from 1.500 miles away, I'll call my grandmother and old high school chums and yell out "Da Bears!" when appropriate.
Afterall, it's only a game. Right?
It's amazing and kind of silly how a meaningless game makes me feel homesick.
Silly how we socialize ourselves to support a group of people in tight pants because they supposedly represent your state-even though half of them are only there because they've been traded from a team on the other side of the country.
And yet, as I watch from 1.500 miles away, I'll call my grandmother and old high school chums and yell out "Da Bears!" when appropriate.
Afterall, it's only a game. Right?
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