I was thirteen years old the last time I did the Superbowl shuffle. Jim McMahon, Walter Payton and Refrigerator Perry were icons of my childhood. It was one of the highlights of my early teen years and it was the season that firmed up my fandome. If you lived in central Illinois at that time you didn't dare pledge allegiance to any other team. I have never been a fairweather fan. I am a firm believer in once a fan always a fan but that was the point in my life when who I would cheer for was still being formed and the 85 Bears made it clean and clear. I would be a Bears fan. What an amazing year!And since then they haven't won a single game! Ok . . . that's a little harsh and not very true but still . . . TWENTY-ONE YEARS I have waited for the Bears give me something, anything to take me back to January 26, 1986 and year after year after year . . . nothing. AND NOW . . . the year I leave the country . . . are you kidding me?!?
So think of me while you're sitting in front of your enormous, flat screen television licking cheese dip and dorito powder off of your fingers. It will be 7:00 am here and I'll check the final score at lunch. Go Bears! and then Go Cubs! (why not?)