It's a good Sunday afternoon

The guys have conglomerated to watch football all day. We have watched one of our collected gents favorite teams get pounded by the Saints. We watched Tommy Brady pick apart Tennessee (and my fantasy team). And we have prepared steak for the grill in anticipation of the Bears evening.

We are masculine.

And there is one Canadian amongst us: "I was born a Bears fan. I loved the '85 Bears. I remember watching them in their World Series game." [For full disclosure's sake, he does hold dual citizenship.]

Go Bears!