Well that Bears game was a sharp kick to the testicles eh?  Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Isn’t it apropos however that on 4th & 8 with the season on the line needing a stop they give up a 46 yard touchdown pass? That’s a perfect microcosm of this season. It feels like there were at least five other instances this year where if they made one more stop then yesterday’s game would have been meaningless and yet here we are…

Rather than dwelling on the season that was I figured I’d turn my attentions this evening to happier times, specifically the holiday that just was.  I can’t tell if I’m getting better at the holidays or if the people around me are but it would appear that as I get older and my wish list continues to shrink, the gifts I receive tend to get better.  Specifically I received a lot of good booze from my loved ones, and I love them for it.  I’ve learned that the less you ask for the more those around you seek to get to the core of your being in their gift giving.  Apparently my being consists of brown liquor. 

Outside of my own personnel (liquid) gains, my one complaint would be in the physical real estate invested in children’s toys these days.  Whatever came of the good old days where a young boy could run up and down the street with a simple stick and hoop for hours on end?  Maybe I’m just old fashioned but that sounds like a pretty good time to a younger version of myself?  Too old school you say?  How about a Pogo ball then or perhaps a Skip-It?  The actual toy doesn’t matter as much as the physical space it requires.  It would seem that no matter what lies beneath the paper this Christmas, everything my twenty month old daughter received takes up eight square feet of our family room.  Should the Chi-Guy mansion ever happen to catch fire I think the embers would burn for eternity as all of the plastic in my home returns to its natural oil-based state. 

I don’t mean to sound like a curmudgeon though, really I don’t.  Christmas was fantastic as we got to spend time with both sides our families, I got to play hockey with the one and only Stan Mikita (and was on the receiving end of his 927th career assist), The Wee One began to appreciate everything the whole endeavor entailed (next year is going to be ridiculous in her Santa kool-aid drinking), I’ve been off work since the 21st, and I ate like it was going out of style all the while.  Good times had by all.  At least I can say my Christmas was better than this guy’s…