Why Do I Do It?

This has been a great weekend.  A major project I'd been working on went live Saturday morning.  The weather Saturday was beautiful.  My Purdue Boilermakers finished the Big Ten season at 4-4 for a .500 conference record.  In doing so, they retained the Old Oaken Bucket, the moving trophy that goes to the winner of the annual Purdue vs. Indiana football game.  Also, Notre Dame lost.  That's a win in my book.

We checked out the local YMCA and hope to join in the coming weeks.  It is a nice facility with nice equipment and programs. 

Moving on to today, the weather held.  It was a beautiful day in the 50's today.  I cut the grass for the last time this year.  I have never cut the grass this late in November.  After cutting the grass, the Mrs and I went for a walk.  It was great and the beautiful weather was only surpassed by the beautiful company I kept.

Earlier in the day, my Son and I went to the eye glass store to get him some new glasses.  We had tried contacts a few weeks ago but he's just not ready, yet.  He will be but not now.  This is where the tide turned.  We found out that the special two for $99 deal doesn't work when the person wearing them is a minor but needs adult size glasses.  Apparently by law, a minor must wear shatter-proof, plastic lenses.  These cost extra.  Just another example of kids costing you more money as they get older.

That brings us to the Bears.  They are the "Why Do I Do It?" in the subject line.  They have been horrible the last several weeks.  I told myself I was done with them.  I would not spend any more time watching this trainwreck of a team.  But come Sunday night at 7:15, what do I find myself?  I'm watching the Bears.  And what do they do?  They let the Eagles march the ball right down the field and score 10 points. 

What have the Bears done?  3 and out.  A punt on 4th and 14.  They next got the ball back with Cutler overthrowing his wide open receivers on the final two plays.  The boo-birds were out with that.

I've got to stop this.  This season is over.  I have to walk away and spend time doing something other than having my heart broken each Sunday.  Fortunately, they will not be playing on Thanksgiving day.  Only family on that day and only good times.