I feel bad.

All week I had been dreading Monday Night Football.

Yes. I play Fantasy Football.

This week?  I was matched up against a player I just did not want to lose to - and I lost last week.
Second loss of the season!

I was COOKED though.  COOKED.  My QB is Peyton Manning and I had Cutler as my backup.

Bye.
Groin Injury.

Ugh.

Picked up one of two options - Keenum got me 28 pts.  Too bad I didn't pickup the other guy. Who knew Nick Foles would step in and score Peyton Manning style numbers.

I was up against Aaron Rodgers.  OMG.  I am COOKED.  And my opponent also had Eddie Lacy.

Goose.  Cooked.

I said out loud several times this week that I hoped the Bears took Rodgers down.

First Quarter - Huh, that hit looked hard.  And they are kicking the field goal?  Huh?

My husband blew it off - "Rodgers is tough. He'll be back."

Nope.

I won by the hair of my chinny chin chin.

I don't know how to explain it.

Maybe God is a Bears Fan after all?