First we watched the game at our friend’s house. Lootie’s candid. He was rooting for The Team That Wasn’t The Packers, even though that wasn’t the most comfortable thing to do. In a room full of Packer fans, you’re either with them — or against them. We had pizza, cheeses, dolmati, vino, salami.

After the game was over and the tears were dry, we loafed around, flipping through the channels. We stopped on Animal Planet, intrigued by a show called Grizzly Man. Movie about this guy who spent years and years living in nay-chur alongside the grizzly bears.

Let me back up and say that the friends we were with share a mutual adoration with us for the movie Best in Show. We quote it randomly, giggling like high-schoolers.

Back to Grizzly Man. Literally, we could not figure out if this movie was for real or what. Right down to the narrator’s accent. Mockumentary? Documentary? I think we knew deep down that it was real, but it was surreal that it could actually not be a mockumentary because it sure would have made a good one. The A prime example: