Oh, I’m bitter today.  I’m fucking agitated.  I don’t let the teams I root for fortunes affect my emotions any more, but I think last night was an exception.  I’m in a foul mood and cursing all things Indianapolis, that little turd of a burg in the middle of a state that smells like cow shit and doesn’t look much better.  I need to down some coffee in order to have that wonderful elixir called caffeine elevate my spirits.

This blog doesn’t normally do game recaps, but today is an exception.  Some thoughts:

As one of the last member of the Defenders of Rex Grossman Club, I tender my resignation today.  The kid is simply too inconsistent.  His one saving grace was that his first full, injury-free season resulted in his team making it to the Super Bowl.  But he tries to force too many things and the results are disastrous.  2 fumbled snaps, 2 interceptions in the second half.  The offense never gave the Bears defense a chance to rest.

The defense doesn’t get a pass though.  They were awful at stopping 3^rd down conversions.  As much as I’d like to blame the rain on them missing tackles, the Colts seemed to have no problem tackling the Bears.  It's amazing how bad the Colts defense was in the regular season and then they flipped on a switch for the playoffs and dominated every team they played.

I’m always amused when fans take offense as to a broadcaster’s perceived bias against their team, but Phil Simms truly took it to a new level last night.  His man-love for the Colts and Peyton was so obvious; I could smell his ass-encrusted nose through my TV screen.  I know the Colts are a talented team but the Bears didn't get to the Super Bowl by mistake or luck either.  I wouldn't have been surprised to see Simms wearing a "Colts - SuperBowl Champs" hat on when the game ended.  He's dead to me.  I refuse to acknowledge his existence anymore.

On the bright side, Prince delivered a killer set.  Doing that performance in the rain on a slick surface just added to the performance level.  In all honesty, it might have been my favorite Super Bowl halftime show.  His dancers and backup singers must have been hoping like crazy that they didn’t fall in those high heels on that slippery surface.  Prince is a great guitar player and I really liked the part where he was silhouetted against the sheet backdrop.

I have a feeling I will be hating the Colts for a long time for denying the Bears their destiny.  I still detest the New Jersey Devils for beating the Red Wings in 1995.  Now, 1985 still won’t go away in terms of the city’s affection for the lone Super Bowl championship team, and every future Bears team will still have to answer questions about that 1985 team’s legacy.  With the way parity affects almost every team, that might have been their one chance to win it anytime soon.  They might have a few years window left but then it will be back to rebuilding.  If they can somehow win in the next 3 years or so, the stench of last night’s game will be a little easier to swallow.

Until the Bears win the Super Bowl again, the word “Colts” has been banned in the Kirkpatrick household.  It’s a swear word now to me.  If I ever drive from Atlanta to Chicago again, I might pull over on I-65 when I'm driving through Indianapolis and leave a little brown present for them on the side of the highway.