I wrote this awhile back, right after the Bears lost to the Packers and lost a chance at the playoffs last season. Not sure why I never posted it, but it seems like it should be...so, enjoy reading a piece of my mind after an especially heartbreaking loss...
Sometimes after I watch Bears games like the one today I catch myself thinking, for just a second, why do I love this team so much? On a relatively consistent basis they find a way to rip my heart out. Why do we love something that hurts us? What if you apply the same thing to relationships? If a person hurts you over and over, eventually you'd drop them and move on...but with sports, we roll with the punches. But why?
Maybe the answer is something as simple and stupid as, hope. Holding onto the hope that one day, they won't let you down. One day, they'll stand on top of the mountain and you'll get to experience that special feeling reserved for the fans of Super Bowl Champions.
However, I think the answer is beyond true description. When you love a team, truly love them, you don't have a real reason. I remember the moment I became a Bears fan. It just hit me. It felt right. Something about the team spoke to me. I've been obsessed ever since. There's no reason, it just happened.
So, even though watching my team come up just short today and dealt me yet another heart-ripping moment in a long history of heart-ripping moments, I'll continue holding my love for this team. I'll continue my unconditional faith and belief in this team we call "Da Bears."
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