Posts Tagged ‘sports’

Old School, Old Style

January 21st, 2011 by John Feehery

The Bears play the Packers in the NFC championship.

They won’t play in a dome. They won’t play in balmy weather. And they won’t play nice.

They will be in the bitter cold, probably with a good deal of snow, a lot of grunting and a lot of hitting.

It will be old school football, bringing back memories of George Halas and Vince Lombardi.

This will be the first time in the modern era that the Bears have played the Packers in the playoffs. They played each other in the 1940s, but that was when there wasn’t an AFC.

I think there is an AFC championship game, too, but nobody cares about that.

The Bears-Packers match up is the game that people want to watch, because it brings back memories of the old style of football. It also brings back memories of a more nostalgic time in America, when our nation wasn’t going completely broke, when people had jobs, when our country kicked ass and took names.

Now, the past always looks better, more comforting than the future, chiefly because we all somehow survived the old days. And I am sure that back in the 1950’s and 1960’s, when the Bears and the Packers were in their heyday, there were all kinds of things that went wrong with our country.

World Cup

June 14th, 2010 by John Feehery

Like Big Wheels, I missed the soccer generation.

Let me explain.  My younger brother was the first in my family to get a Big Wheel, because they came out just at the right time for his height and weight.  I was too big to ever ride a Big Wheel.

And by the time soccer came to my high school, I was already set on football, baseball and especially basketball.  I didn’t have time on my hands to get into soccer because I was too busy doing the other stuff.

So, when it comes to soccer (or football as they call it in other parts of the world), I am a fair weather fan.  I don’t particularly love the game, unless it is the World Cup, and even then, I only root for two teams, the United States and Ireland.

I remember several years ago when the Irish beat the Italians in the World Cup in New York.  That gave me an excuse to go to the Dubliner and hoist of few pints in honor of my ancestral home (as if I needed an excuse).