Dude, Where's my car?

Man, I'm a sore puppy.

Hit the gym on Saturday, after dealing with yet another sinus/ear infection for the past month. I did a light work out, only chest and tris after spending a half hour on an elliptical. Nothing big, you know, honestly I was half-stepping, lifted half of what I normally would. After not going to the gym for a month, I now feel like I first felt when I jumped back on the exercise tip, meaning my chest and tris are flat-out screaming at me right now.

Which sucks. But I'm gonna "use" it man.

Underachieving and getting paid millions to do it.

Ladies and Gentlemen, your 2008 Chicago Bears!

What's a 4-letter word for failure to perform at an acceptable level? Ah, got it. B-E-A-R-S.

Whatdya, know, it fits and meshes perfectly with #18 down, which is what team will be drafting 18th after a disappointing 2008 season.

Bears=fail. Don't forget it. I hate rooting for this team sometimes. It's like rooting for a former buddy to get to third base with your ex. Sure, in some ways you're happy for the both of them, but overall, you're just sad.

But I'm not bitter. Happy 2k9, folks. We did it, we made it another year. I'm older, grayer, and possibly a little wiser. That remains to be seen.