When I started dating my wife years ago, I explained to her that I wasn’t one of those guys who watches ESPN eight hours a day like a bunch of her friends’ significant others. I really don’t give a rat’s ass about baseball, hockey, or college sports. So she never has to worry about not being able to watch The Good Wife or some other chick show because I want to see Gonzaga play Idaho State in basketball. The only thing I ask for is three hours on Sundays to watch Pro Football. Specifically, to watch the Chicago Bears, even though they’re the furthest thing from Pro these days.
We moved away from our beloved hometown of Chicago a few years ago but I still manage to watch every Bears game. Since the games usually aren’t televised on local channels, I have to watch at those sports bars that have a…
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