Go Colts

So it looks like it'll be the Indianapolis Colts and the Chicago Bears in this year's Super Bowl. I won't lie, I'd like to see Peyton Manning win a ring. (Of course, I also hope to the gods that the Bears won't come out with some cheesy rap and dance number, too.) But last night's game saw Brian and I at a crossroads. We still aren't huge fans of the Patriots, but knowing New England as well as we do now, we were -- sort of -- rooting for the "hometown" team. There's nothing better than that area when their teams are winning. Still, it's good to see someone who really wants, needs and fights for the chance to win the big game, get to the big game. It would have been paramount to Indy's version of "The Curse" had the Pats beat the Colts again.
And the Bears beat the Saints. That's too bad. As New Orleans and the surrounding areas seemed to be buoyed by their team doing so well, it would have been nice to see them in the Super Bowl. But of course, every Cinderella story has its ugly stepsisters, and those protagonists turned out to be the Bears players. This is the heartbreak of football, my friends.