They Call Me Sweetness and I Like to Dance

Unless you are actually here in the city of Chicago right now, it may be difficult to get a true handle on the Bearmania sweeping through our town. Sunday's major (and not for the faint of heart) victory over Seattle has done nothing short of unleash a football frenzy.



In this town, baseball divides us. Two teams equals two definitive sets of fans. When half of us are ecstatic, the other half of us are wishing a sudden and violent death on that first half. Half are delirious with happiness. Half are Cubs fans. But in Chicago everyone is loves the Bears (except Dylan). The Bears are our team, our guys, our One-Win-Away. In a city where sports are religion and athletes are legends, this is what we live for. This thrill. This moment. The possibility that maybe, just maybe, it's finally "next year."

Go Bears.

"The Shuffle" via Can You See the Sunset, who also has two other versions

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Another Chicagoan looking to win big:

Run Barak run!

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