The Catastrophes Don't End, Do They?

It's not like I didn't wake up early this morning to check the basement to see if it wasn't continuing to flood.

Yesterday was crap-tastic.

I took the family out to eat for breakfast to try to spin some good for the day bright and early.

And then...

Noon Game.

Bears. EmBearrassed by the Texans. If Da Bears would have won the game, they'd've gone to the playoffs. Not that they deserved to, but they woulda been there.

And then what happens after that?

I had mistakenly thought that the Cowboys were already out of playoff contention (see how closely *I* follow the NFL?). But my guys still had a chance today. And what did I end up seeing? Oh, I saw Tony Romo crying. His face buried in the football field.

Cubs and Cowboys both start with the letter "C."

I guess I should console myself with the fact that at least the Cubs made it to the playoffs.