I am a sports fan.

I am a 3rd generation Chicago Cubs fan (my dearly departed grandmother actually took my father to game 7 of the 1945 World Series – the last series game the Cubs ever played I might add). I also care more than most humans about the Chicago Bears and the Chicago Blackhawks – a pattern might be detected here re: the city in which I hold my allegiance.

The Bears have recently acquired an elite-level quarterback and that has made for some extravagant expectations as to the future of the team.  After watching the first three games of the season, I can say that I would like to up my blood-pressure meds!

It has occurred to me that Chicago (nicknamed ‘Second City’) will never, ever do things easily.  We recently lost the Olympics, the Cubs haven’t won a world series in over 100 years, and the Bears can’t win a game without first giving their fans congestive heart failure.  Hindsight may be 20-20, but I am wishing we could get to the finish line without me having to see a @!#$! thing!