Sick of the Super Bowl

 Last year the Chicago Bears went to the Super Bowl for the first time in 21 years. It was the first time I got to see my team go to the big game since I was 10. It was an exciting time here in Chicago—so exciting that I got sick.

The week prior to the Super Bowl I caught that nasty flu that was going around and it was sickest I had been since New Year's Eve 1999 and the first few days of 2000 (no really believed I was sick from the flu).

It all started the Sunday before the Super Bowl. All the hype was really building here in town, there were constant news updates on the team and I was starting to have constant upchucks. (I swear I threw up food from the late 80's.)

By that evening, I was curled up on my bathroom floor in the fetal position, much like the way Rex Grossman spent some of the game.

So of course, Monday I called in sick for work and lay on my couch watching what else? The Super Bowl coverage being shown on every sports show known to man. I saw some of it in between frequent running trips to the bathroom. (If only the Bears running game was so good!)

But by the afternoon I was done running and could finally take soup and just lie down (I had no idea Rex Grossman would do the same days later), so I watched more Super Bowl interviews and analysis. Things were looking better by the end of Monday.

Tuesday, I was feeling a little better but still can't go to work. (People are now starting to have a hard time believing I'm sick the week of the Super Bowl.) I stayed on my couch and watched more Super Bowl coverage, more game plans, more interviews, more on South Beach and all things Bears, Colts and anything remotely related to the game.

I got better as the day went on (can't say the same for all of the Super Bowl hype), and by afternoon I'd had my fill of soup and dumb sports talk. By the end of the day I was tired of hearing about the Super Bowl and was actually ready to go back to work (too bad the Bears weren't).

I did go back to work on Wednesday, but didn't miss all the Super Bowl hype. Although just chillin' on the couch was nice, it was too bad the game had too many Bears with that couch mentality. And Lovie Smith was just chillin' with his game plan.

Thankfully, I was my regular self by game time. Except now Rex Grossman looked to be the one feeling sick.