Another Reason to Love the Sabbath

I love Sundays.

I love sleeping in (somewhat.) I love going to church. I love Sunday lunch and everything the Sabbath is supposed to be. Rest and gratitude and the newness that is to come tomorrow.

I especially love Sundays in the fall.

One word. FOOTBALL

Two words. CHICAGO BEARS

I freakin love it. I am utterly enthralled. I started watching football last year (because of a guy, of course) and of course, the guy didn't stick, but the Bears did. (Hey, It's more than I got from most of my doomed relationships.)

I tried to be a Panthers fan, but honestly, for some reason, it's not as fun as being a Bears fan. I watch Panthers' games. I cheer for them and am glad when they win. But it's NOTHING like the passion I feel for the Bears. They both had victories today. I said an unenthusiastic "yes" when Kasay made the game-winning field goal for the Panthers.
You should've heard the screams and seen the couch-jumping antics I displayed in the living room tonight when the Bears won. I was completely engaged and you would've thought I mean with a 2 carat diamond.

Anyway, if Sundays have lost their luster, go to church. Then go home and watch a football game.