In 1985 my first wife and my daughter's were in the town of Waycross Georgia. I was friends with a nimrod numbnuts guy who was a fan of the Chicago Bears and I started watching their game perhaps even in 19 84. In 85 the Bears produced something called the super bowl shuffle. If you were old enough or maybe even later you learn about what some call the greatest team in history of football.
In 85 we moved our family from Waycross to Walkerton Indiana. In 86 the Bears won the super bowl. After the super bowl during the next season Jim McMahon had thrown the ball, the play was called, and some sneaky lowdown dirty dog Packers tackle crept up behind him and throw him down on his shoulder causing a permanent injury that limited Jim from then on. To get into heaven I will have to forgive that football player that injured Jim. But I feel no need to forgive a football franchise. And like our current president who is a bully fighter like me, I take things personally. And that is why I rejoice a little bit too much that the Bears won.
Packers suck.
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