I love my city when we're all one. And today, on this particular snowy Sunday, we're all one. I know, I know … New Orleans is supposed to be America's Team. But not here, not today.This morning I went out for breakfast and the little towhead at the next table was tunelessly singing, "Bear down, Chicago Bears …" over and over again. Any other morning, it would have been annoying. This morning, though, the little guy was speaking for all of us.
As I changed buses en route to my mom's house, I cut through Kohl's. It was almost empty! You could fire a canon through that store and not hit anyone. Just past noon and everyone was already downing brats and beer in preparation for the big game.
I'm not really a Bears fan. My love of the Cubs is so all-consuming that it eclipses all else. But because I'm a loyal Cub fan, I understand how it must feel for Bear aficionados and I am happy for them.
And I'm happy for Rex Grossman. Recently the city was all one, and determined to pillory that poor QB. His performance today should shut all that down for a while.
