This Post Really Ties The Site Together

What an amazing story. The Arizona Cardinals, led by Northern Iowa's finest, Kurt Warner, shock the world by upending the Philadelphia Eagles 32-25 in the NFC Championship, advancing to the big dance in Tampa, Super Bowl 43. This was probably one of my greatest (if not the greatest) sports moments of my illustrious life. I laughed, I cried, I curled up in the fetal position...and all that was just during pre-game. Upwards of 50 text messages were sent to various second parties throughout the game, ranging from, 'That's what I'm talking about!' to 'OMG, preheat the oven to 375. I'm sticking my head in.' Ultimately, the team that Jesus wanted to win prevailed, although by the end of the game I probably looked like Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas, even though I hadn't been drinking.

The chemistry between Kurt Warner and Larry Fitzgerald is something that we haven't seen since the heyday of Hall and Oates. Think 'Maneater' Era. 2009 is only a few weeks old and we're about to see a black man sworn in as President of the United States and the Arizona Cardinals in the Superbowl. Yes We Can!

In other Handfelt Happy Hour news, there isn't much to report. The stifling cold, coupled with our lack of motor transportation, has kept us relegated to staying at home, ordering in food and watching a lot of bad television. We did get a new throw rug for the living room. Get excited. An 8x10 furry, charcoal-colored beast of a rug. Throw rugs, much to my chagrin, are not cheap propositions. Luckily, the post-Christmas sale at Crate and Barrel was looking out for the little guy and we were able to return enough soda cans to pull the trigger. In the words of The Dude, it really ties the room together.

We both had MLK Day off today and I met Katy back in our old haunts, Wicker Park, where we hit up a new trendy sandwich shop, Jerry's Sandwiches, for lunch. Philly Cheese Steak for me and a Blackened Chicken with avocado and chipolte chutney for my lady. Pretty solid, though it didn't warrant the big crowd and long wait.

Wicker Park is so yuppified anymore, it's hardly recognizable. For shame indeed. The dive bars and affordable hipster joints are being replaced by 'gastropubs' and designer boutiques. I shake my fist at this so called "progress". Although I really do wish we could kidnap a few of our favorite restaurants and bring them back to Andersonville with us. We have yet to find suitable replacements for Smoke Daddy, Las Palmas, El Barco and Piece Pizza. Hopefully Obama can usher in a new era of good, casual dining options to the Andersonville area.

Hopefully Katy will post something on here soon too. I'm only one man. I can't handle the pressure of keeping afloat a website of this magnitude. Too much more of this and I'll be back to looking like Nicolas Cage in Adaptation.