Last evening Rob and I went to my parents' house to watch the Super Bowl. We don't follow football at all, but we're also not about to pass up an excuse to stuff ourselves with subs and chips and soda and then sit on our asses in front of the tv. Besides, to miss such an opportunity would be un-American.

When my brother asked me, the day before, which team I was going to cheer for, I said I was going to cheer for the Bears because Chicago is one of my favorite cities. My brother, who was not going to cheer for the Bears, was dismayed to hear this. "What about Rob?" he asked.

"Rob? You cheering for Chicago too?"

"Sure, sounds good," he responded indifferently. Like I said - we don't follow football at all.

So yesterday before we left, Rob came out of the bedroom saying, "I'm wearing black for the Bears!"

"Ooh, good idea! I'm gonna wear black for the Bears, too! The rivalry with [my brother] is ON."

We showed up at my parents' house soon after, and as soon as I saw my brother, I proudly announced, "We're wearing black for the Bears!"

"Um, okay," he said. "But you know their color is navy blue, right?"

"Oh," I responded, crestfallen. "But whatever. We can pretend it's black. So what's the color for the other team, the Phillies?"