Latin Teacher Nerdery

One of the reasons I came to Chicago for the Saints game was to hang with one of my Latin teacher buds. I brought a ream of materials that I use with 5th graders for a friend of his that is starting a new middle school Latin program. Of course, we text messaged in Latin and spent a good portion of the evening talking about teaching Latin. I think I am done with that portion of this trip.

Last night we went out in Wrigleyville - had a really good blue cheese burger and some chili fries at a nice little place called the Avenue Tavern (upscaly, but not pretentious - Think the Bulldog on Canal Blvd.). Then we headed to Friar Tuck's (divy but not dark enough - the old Robert's bar had a similar feel) for a beer and then across the street to Monsignor Murphy's (nice, dark, but not divy and a little young for me - New Bruno's). I tend to favor dive bars, personally. Then the medicine hit me. I had to take the bus back to the hotel.

I am ready to light this place up tonight - taking names along the way.

So far, here in Chi-Town, the people here seem split 50-50 on whether the Saints will win. They don't think Grossman is very good, but they think he is the future of their team (is this ironic or foreboding?) . But they are scared of the Saints potent offense.

On the agenda today:

• Make reservations at the Weber Grill Restaurant on State St.
• Listen to some Blues.
• Shake this cold (or not. It won't matter when the adrenaline starts flowing).
• Buy something nice for the wife.
• Eat a slice of Chicago pizza somewhere.
• Hook up with the New Orleans folks.
• Yell WHO DAT!? and see who answers.
  
• Get a decent night's sleep.
  

GO SAINTS!!!