Just as the majority of religious folks only visit church or synagogue a couple times a year, I watch a non-playoff Green Bay Packers game only 2-3 times a year. I love football, but like most drugs, doing stuff you love in moderation isn’t easy, so I prefer to stay away from it. Except of course when my Chicago buddies start being awfully hopeful about da Bears.
The Bears have struggled since after the 2006 season (getting spanked in the playoffs by the Packers two years ago). But this year they were looking good half way through the season. There was a moment I remember when Packers had a losing record (like 3-4 or 4-5) and Bears were something like 7-1 or 8-1, and the trash talking coming out of Chicago was at an all-time high. I remember that moment, when all I clung to was the fact that Packers won the Superbowl two years ago and almost went undefeated last year. I was living in the sweet denial of the past.
Fast forward to today, and the Packers won their wildcard game and the Bears didn’t even make it to the playoffs. The growing silence of the Bears fans on this point fills my heart with joy. I’m not sure what it is about being a sports fan that makes me behave like a greedy 5 year old who just beat up a friend for a piece of delicious candy. But damn it feels good to be getting the last laugh (at least for now) 😉