Go Team Go!

So this summer I watched a lot of Olympics. Did you see Michael Phelps win all those medals? Well, I did. I also watched Misty May-Treanor and Kerry Walsh kick some serious butt... you gotta love those uniforms! Oh, the men's beach volleyball team wasn't too bad either... they just weren't as pretty to watch.

After watching gymnastics, soccer and swimming every night, I went through a bit of withdrawal when the Olympics was all over. To make matters worse, the Cubbies started to slump at exactly the same time. Better now than in October, right? I love cheering and feel out of practice.

Anyway, today is my first football Sunday. I have slept through most of it... trying to conserve my energy for the big game tonight. Bears vs. Colts. Daddy is a Bears fan. Mommy is a Colts fan. I haven't decided what I am yet. Do you have any opinions?

Go Cubs!

As I mentioned earlier, I escaped from the hospital on June 27th. Daddy had me dressed up in our favorite team's garb--perhaps as a ruse to fool the evil heel-pricking, temperature-taking nurses from Hell so they could get Mommy and me home.

Daddy took this picture after I heard the news that Nick Swisher took Ryan Dempster deep for a Grand Slam--and a Cubs loss. I was none too pleased. Frankly, I haven't been pleased with the Cubs' offense since my birth. 3-6 since I was born? What is that about.

Daddy says that I need to learn about small sample size distortions. Oh, he also says that I need to temper my expectations since the Cubs have the best record in the National League and are in first place in the Central. I think that is a load of crap. I'm eight days old and even I know the Cubs haven't won the World Series since 1908. ESPN only says it every five frackin' minutes. (Mommy and Daddy let me stay up late to watch Battlestar Galactica last Friday. Yeah!)

Well, maybe when Ramirez, Zambrano and Soriano are back in action, they'll get back to winning lots of games.