Every week when Sunday rolls around my Dad and I sit down and watch football together. As a Bear's fan this experience can vary wildly week to week. The only award the Bears could be capable of winning is that of the most inconsistent team. One week you cheer your team to victory, the next you wallow in defeat with them.
Last week was a low week for the Bears, which alters the viewing experience completely. On a good day my Dad and I jump and shout, cheering on our team! Sadly, last Sunday was not one of those days... Sunday was more of a screaming at the TV kind of day, more accurately yelling at the refs, overstating the call, or lack there of. My Dad incessantly prophesizes that these bad calls will drastically change the end of the game. The poor outcome always seems to kill our appetite, we hardly eat or drink any of the game day food that we prepared. By the end of the game we are so caught up in the action that I'm not sure if my Dad is going to start throwing things or if he is going to cry. He does neither, instead electing to holler at the TV long after the game is done, vegetating on the couch for hours.
Eventually we always manage to communicate to my Dad that it was just a football game - that it didn't really matter. But that's what makes watching football so much fun, getting caught up in the action, mesmerized by the game.