Doo, doo, doo, doo… here comes the sun and I say… it’s all right. How are you doing on this fabulous Monday morning? Haha… Why do I get so much enjoyment from seeing the Packers lose? We’ll attempt to answer that question here, as if I haven’t answered it over the past 7 years on this very blog. Yeah, it’s been almost 7 years…
We have to go way back to when the Bears were kings and the Packers sucked. I was about 8 years old when I started taking notice of the Bears; the year was 1984… nice timing huh? The Bears had a very good year; we won a playoff game before getting stomped by the Niners in the NFC Championship… I remember that game. Next up was the year everyone talks about, and for everyone who wasn’t alive during that time, for everyone who didn’t watch those guys play week in week out, for everyone that for some reason tries to downplay it because it’s been our only Super Bowl, 1985 was magical. Bears games became must watch TV in my household. Yes, we had to battle the Sunday shopping trips with mom, but we still found ways… I loved all those TVs in Sears. Yes, I was witnessing history, and just because I was only 9 years old, doesn’t mean I don’t vividly remember that season. This is where the hate for the Packers began.
We had to go up to Lambeau and face that burning dumpster of a team, but you know, the rivalry and all. Well, the Packers took it to another level that day. Do you remember the name Ken Stills? Look up the definition of cheap shot and his name is in there; look up his name on YouTube and you’ll see for yourself. How about Mark Lee? If there was any sports hero for this kid growing up, it was Walter Payton. Meeting him at the Auto Show when I was a kid… shaking his hand… getting his autograph… looking up at him, larger than life… yeah, much love for Sweetness. Seeing your sports hero get ridden out of bounds over the bench 10 yards off the sideline by some bum ass player? That didn’t sit well with me; neither of those events did. They were dirty, cheap shot artists, trying to hurt the Bears and mess up their year; they didn’t succeed… that time.
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And oh yeah, while that act by a Packer began our QB carousel, the Packers wake up and get 2 back to back HOF QBs; seriously? Who gets that F-ing lucky? Yes, it was about that time that this rivalry turned one sided… the wrong way. I lived through many shitty ass Bears teams, where the only 2 wins I really hoped for were the 2 weeks we played the Packers. Seeing them rise to the top of the NFL, while the Bears, while popping our head up every now and then, suffered without a franchise QB. Yeah, OK. Then… to see how many “Chicagoans” jump ship, blaming the ownership, throwing on Packer jerseys? Nah, that’s OK; no respect for those bandwagon riders, or any for that matter. I’m a Bear fan through and through… never that… no matter what… so F the Packers, get it?
So yeah… I love seeing them lose; yesterday was another epic fail for the Packers that I celebrated. Toilet paper? You may want to check the Kleenex supply up there in Wisconsin for all those Packer fans tears. I don’t care, shit. I love thinking about that. Call me a hater, pathetic, whatever… I don’t care. I get REAL enjoyment seeing them lose, the bigger the stage, the better. I have my reasons, and I stand by them. Things change, and that’s OK; some things will never change. Bear Down!
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