Pinch Me, I'm Dreaming

Is this a joke? Am I really popping champagne into Hanalei Bay after watching one of the most important wins in my lifetime? Honestly, I don't know what to say. As most of you know, I am a die-hard, maniacal and at certain times annoying, Chicago Bears fan. I have been following them since I was a skinny, dorky first grader in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. I fell in love with Walter Payton the second I saw him play and have been an addict ever since.

I watched the first half at our house because the 3PM game started at 10AM our time and the bars don't open until 11AM. I was jumping around like a caged wildebeest and the second the half came, we jumped into my boy Tony's convertible and raced our way to a bar in Hanalei called Calypso Cafe. You can see the pure joy in my face and the pure agony in Jessica's for being pulled on such an absurd road-trip.


The Bears were up 16-0 at one point and then the Saints did what they do best; to score and score quickly. At one point it was 16-14 and I was growing weary. By the grace of God (or potentially, the Bears players), my team had an amazing second half and won by 25 points. I was on cloud nine and immediately announced that we had to go to the store and buy champagne. I hope this isn't the last time that I pop champagne for the Bears, but if it is, this was our view.