It’s raining in Green Bay, and I’m finding it very hard to be thankful for that, but for once I feel capable of giving thanks for the Chicago Bears. I’m cold, and wet, but the Bears are winning, and the Packers fan I am dating is being pretty nice about it, as are her mom and sister. I’m trying not to rub things in too much, because even with a lead I know that this team is capable of tripping over themselves in the most spectacular of ways, and that the phrase “it’s not over ’till it’s over” has never been better applied to a team than the Jay Cutler-led Chicago Bears.
I am at Lambeau in person to watch what I assumed would be a Bears thrashing at the hands of the Packers, and I had low expectations for a Bears success going into the game. In the land of cheese, just a few hours north of Chicago, the Bears have been perennial losers, punching bags, and all too often on the wrong end of the oldest rivalry in the NFL. But of course because this stupid team constantly finds new ways to shock and surprise me, the Bears won the game in a freezing downpour. Continue reading
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