Words Can Hurt...The Bears That Is

“I'm a runaway train on broken track,
I'm a ticker on a bomb,
You can't turn back--this time,
That's right,
I got away with it all, and I'm still alive
Let the end of the world come tumbling down,
I'll be the last man standing on the ground.
As long as Hot blood runs through my veins,
I'm still alive…”

I’m Alive by Meatloaf from Bat Out Of Hell III—The Monster Is Loose, 2006

Comments and words hurt, people.

Let me explain:

I was buying groceries on Sunday before the Bears game, and this person who I have never seen came up to me and growled “Urlacher….dude.” Seriously, he growled it and stretched it out as if to say “Urrrrlachhhherrrrrrrrrrrr, Dude.”

Ok, buddy—have a nice day and lay off the spiced pickles and cooking sherry.

So then the BEARS lost, and I heard it at work.

“They Suck…” said a few of the kids. Wow, I am so offended that people raise their children to say vulgar things. It is good thing my parents did not do that.

I wore a Dolphin tie as a penalty for a lost bet with a good friend on staff.

I owe a kid a two liter of Mountain Dew.

I had people come up to me and say “This is like 1985…this means they will win the Super Bowl.”

Ok, I believe a bit that history repeats itself, but not like that. Folks, the Bears play two more games like they just did, and I swear that they will not “go to the Super Bowl.”

In any event, take your shots now, folks. When the Bears win the next three games because they refocused, you people will come up to me and growl “Urrrrlachhhherrr” again and high five me. When they prove they are unstoppable, you will cheer with me and claim you “were always a Bear fan.” When they take apart the NFC, you will claim “they are a team of destiny.”

And if not—if they lose the next three games or so, you will taunt me, tell me they suck, and you will all turn into Cub fans as you shout the mantra “Just wait until next year.”

God, I hope the Bears win!