As a long-suffering Bears fan, it’s become a semi-tradition to dust off the gem above every September as kick-off nears.
Maybe it’s to try to hype myself up like a haka dance.
Maybe it’s to steel myself.
Maybe it’s so I just don’t check out entirely in order to do something more productive, or at least far less infuriating, than watching yet another Bears season.
I glance at IG stories with a hint of envy. There’s my homie on top of a Malibu hiking trail overlooking the Pacific. There’s my other friend training for a marathon and MMA.