Vince Lombardi and King George VI Walk Into A Bar

The world is arguably a better place now that the Lombardi Trophy is safely back where it belongs. I wish I could have been in Green Bay today for the celebration.

Football Sundays are a light at the end of my weekly work tunnel, and it always takes a while to adjust to life without football. I love college basketball and my Wisconsin Badgers, but nothing quite matches the anticipation of Packer Sundays. I'll revel in the glory of another championship for a while, but it won't be long before I'm jonesing for next season to begin. I know the blog's been a little football heavy recently, so this will be last football post for a while.

The Super Bowl wasn't the only cool thing about the weekend. Meg and I went to see The King's Speech with my mom Saturday night. I knew going in I would like the movie. Say what you will about the Oscars, but a movie doesn't get 12 nominations if it isn't damn good. I don't normally love British period pieces, but this may very well be one of my favorite movies of all time.

Colin Firth is brilliant as the King, and Geoffery Rush is every bit as good as his unconventional speech therapist, Lionel Logue. The history was fascinating, but when you get right down to it, this is a movie about friendship. There have been a lot of great freindships in the movies: Sam and Frodo, Butch and Sundance, Chris and Gordie, Thelma and Louise, Andy and Red. Now we've got Lionel and Bertie.