And that’s how you end a week-long guys trip to Chicago.
Bears vs Packers.
The most storied rivalry in the NFL.
This was the 189th head-to-head meeting and there was no lack of fan passion from either side. From cheeseheads to cheese graters — there was every type of showmanship to witness.
And to make this game memorable?
It was just the 2nd NFL game to ever be played without a punt from either team.
There’s so much to love about Chicago.
And if there is anything to really appreciate, it is the accessibility of everything.
Walking is easy because of the logical layout of the streets and the flatness of the land.
There are plenty of taxis and buses.
Bike sharing services on practically every block.
And, of course, the L trains.
Red, Blue, Brown, Green, Orange, Purple, Pink, Yellow — there’s a train ready to take you.
Truly a planes, trains, and automobiles town.
Classic. Legendary. Original.
Wrigley Field is all that and so much more.
To celebrate us turning 40 years old, a few of my friends and I planned a trip to Chicago. So naturally, we had to take in a Cubs game.
This was the last home game for the 100th year anniversary of Wrigley Field. So magical to be at the 2nd oldest baseball stadium.
So many more adventures to be had.
The thing with having a home full of estrogen is that there is no shortage of hair products.
Hairspray, brushes, barrettes, elastic bands, clips, curling irons, shampoo, conditioner, hair bands — the list goes on and on…
I think Zella has pretty much used all of them here.
Her hair would hold in place during a hurricane.
This chicken did not have the chance to cross the road.
We have lost one of our chickens for an unknown reason. Maybe it’s because of the severe heat we’re experiencing? Did it get oven-baked by the heat? There were no grill marks on it, so I really have no idea.
I bet the other hens would have cried over her death — if only they had tear ducts.
I’ll miss the delicious eggs.
But I won’t miss the nasty poops.
RIP White Chicken.
I’m finding out that I’m pretty good at being mediocre at golf. In the last two MGA tournaments for the South OC chapter, I have come out on the top of the mediocre stack.
Back in August, the MGA Championship was played at Bella Collina Golf Club in San Clemente. It would ultimately be the largest tournament so far this year. In addition to that, the greens were easily the most difficult I have played. It was like putting on cement.
But after a few beers, my mind was put at ease and things started to get easier.
It was treacherous from the first drive to the very last putt. I was lucky to have survived, let alone win.
Then this month, the Douche Bag Invitational was played at San Juan Hills Golf Club in San Juan Capistrano. We all know this course to be pretty straight forward — not too many surprises. So the beer was free flowing during the round. With the heat and humidity kicked up a notch, it was a welcomed relief to have a cold beer on hand at all times.
Winning this tournament was pretty rewarding. Not just for the “trophy” that was an upside-down visor embroidered with a logo that depicts a roll of $1 bills with a $20 wrapped around the outside (douche, yes?) — but because the last time an MGA tournament was played at San Juan Hills, I missed forcing a playoff by 1 stroke.
Redemption was had.
And so were a few drinks, bogeys, and good times.
It’s the start of Labor Day weekend and the beginning of the end for Summer.
Zella knows now is the time to get the last of the Summer fun out of her system.
What better way to start than running around the Orange County Great Park and riding the Great Park Balloon?