The Bears first game of the season is right around the corner; the first game of the season would be big enough stopping there. But this time, again, it’s against the Packers. We hate the Packers… that’s what everybody says, well, not everybody. There were those who flipped over to the dark side during the 30 year HOF QB reign of terror… forgot about our one magical year, and rode the QB dicks of Favre and Rodgers; not me… never that. You see, my hate of the Packers… it’s deep rooted. If you’ve been around me enough, if you’ve read enough, you know why… but let’s review shall we?
It started that magical year of 1985. I do remember a little bit of 1984, including the season ending loss to the Niners, but 85… yeah, that’s where this 9 year old really zoned in on the Bears; perfect timing huh? Wasn’t 15-1 a typical Bears season? Haha… Yeah, so I watched pretty much every game, it wasn’t easy though… with the family shopping trips on Sunday, it was tough, but even if it was in Sears in the mall, I watched, just like the 44-0 spanking of the Cowboys. I remember a lot from that season; how can I forget? I also remember the Bears Packers games that year. The MNF tilt, where the Fridge burst on the scene, and spiked the ball about 20 yards into the air. But the game in Green Bay… this is where it all started. When the Packers… who by the way… who the hell are these bums; they sucked! The years of Lombardi were long gone, and this bunch of cheese whackers were like a minor league football team, so it only made sense that they had to resort to playing dirty. Taking my original sports hero Walter Payton over the bench and Gatorade table about 10 yards out of bounds; hitting poor Matt Suhey way after the play when he was just standing there. What the heck man?!?! That ain’t right. F the Packers!
Maybe those initial memories had a chance of being erased, you know, due to the fact we won the Super Bowl that year, but what happened the following year, regardless of cheap ass McCaskey, crazy ass Ditka, and the absence of Buddy Ryan, the Charles Martin incident on Jim McMahon, the QB I dressed up for as Halloween… that was the beginning of the end of the should have been dynasty. That right there sparked a hatred that has never been extinguished, even if it died down for a brief moment during Favre’s first game after his father died. It was official: I hated the Packers.
Of course, as the 80s came to an end, so did the Bears dominance over the Shit-Pack. The tables were turned, and I hated it. The Packers were good, the Bears were bad… I remember multiple adults telling me, I don’t care if the Bears win any other game during the season, just beat the Packers; I agreed. It didn’t matter. Favre, Rodgers… it’s been a rough stretch, let me tell you, but as I look ahead to this Sunday, I see the light… it’s brighter than it has been in many, many years.
What will happen this Sunday? More to come on that before gameday, but one thing for sure; this hate won’t stop. I hope Jordan Love turns out to be absolute dog shit, and the Packers go back to the bottom of the league where their dirty asses belong. I’m sure the NFL won’t let that happen, but… as long as we beat them… so yeah, F the Packers, and that’s coming from the bottom of my heart.
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