You know, even in the midst of what I believe to be significant issues within our country, serious moments within our family, challenges before us for all of us to face I still stand in total jealousy of any major city that can boast a winner in any sport.

How can it be in 200 hundred combined years of Chicago team baseball that we have exactly one, that’s right just ONE, World Series champion.  Unbelievable.  Pitiful.  Sad.

How can it be that every single time our supposedly professional football team plays in a big game against their rivals to the north they lose- usually by a lot or in the last minute of the game.  Unbelievable.  Pitiful.  Sad.

At least we had the Bulls in the 1990’s (I wasn’t here, I was living in Florida at the time), the 1985 Bears (I was likewise living down south), the White Sox in 2005 (I was at a sales meeting in California at the time, the final three games of the Series sweep), and the Blackhawks in 2010 and 2013 (I was here for those at least).

In the end what difference does it really make?  Except for the fact that this year I watched the final two games of the year with one of my sons and watched the Bears lose 54-11 and then, today 33-28.  Unbelievable.  Pitiful.  Very, very sad.  They missed the playoffs and the team to the north did not, thanks to this single and unbelievable and pitiful and sad game.

But tomorrow is another day and 2014 is another year, a new year, and I hope that it is all that I hope that it will be for me and my family.

I hope the same is true for you and yours as well.  And, sorry to all you folks to the north, but I hope your team loses to the team from San Francisco next weekend.  Somehow, and unfairly so perhaps, it will make me feel a bit better.  Hell, a lot better.

For now I just swallow a bitter pill- again- and I trust that after today the world will continue to go on.

Sorry for the weak entry but I did not have time to enter anything this morning before the game that I almost swore not to watch- for obvious reasons.

Here’s to Monday.  Here’s to next year.  A very common wish here in the Chicagoland area, year after losing year.  Pitiful and sad but really not unbelievable anymore at all.