Because of the clogged arteries I experienced in my Bears Heart last year, I found I also lacked enthusiasm for the game overall.
And I was only vaguely aware of the odd way Broncos' GM and all around Denver God John Elway parted ways with his head coach John Fox.
Then I read this Dan Wiederer article over at the Trib, and yeah, that sounds about right, doesn't it?
Fox does really great during the regular season.
But also the perception that getting Peyton Manning means automatic victories for whoever is coaching.
And the disappointing playoff losses.
Let us mutually part, says Elway.
I don't care if you went 46-18 in 4 years here, you didn't take us to the promised land.
This is actually a great story for us.
Apparently Fox has avoided the Elway subject all week long.
And if he can just get a couple more miracle catches from Zach Miller, if Jeremy Langford keeps it up with maybe a little boost from Matt Forte returning, if Jay Cutler can keep not being himself, then what a day today could be for us.
And John Fox maybe gets to feel like he knocked a couple chiclets out of Elway's giant smile.
What you doing at noon?
Here's what I did yesterday: worked from home (yeah, it's that busy).
And then I heard my neighbor Garry the Cop outside with his newly restored snow blower.
I got guilted into going out.
First shoveled the back, and met Garry out in the alley where he'd cleared the area behind his garage.
With the snow blower.
I go, "Gimme that thing!"
So, snow blowers are a gift from God, or I mean... a Canadian guy named Arthur Sicard.
It's still not fun, but the idea of not having to shovel is heavenly.
Anyway, I'm way over at the other side of my garage working the thing, but it keeps cutting out.
I notice Garry is now talking with another neighbor from the other side of the alley.
There are alot of Eastern Europeans in our hood, and I'm pretty sure she's from Poland, and while she's talking she's working her snow shovel.
I'm still over where I am, blowing some snow, having the engine cut out, and restarting.
FINALLY, I go look at the hole the snow is blowing out of, and it's filled with a giant wet snow plug.
So I'm clearing that out as Garry walks over.
"I was telling her to not shovel, that you'd be over in a minute with the blower. But she said: why you have blower out today? The snow. It's too wet."
Which is when the motor started going out on me, way over there by my garage.
Garry continues, "So I'm like, don't worry ma'am, we've got it all under control. Just give my buddy a minute and... then you can't keep the thing going. And then suddenly she was already done shoveling."
I love being an alpha male.
I say, "Hey where's the button to turn this thing off?"
Garry points to the big key right in the middle of the blower.
I say, "Yeah well, go Bears."