It’s difficult to think of the Vikings as a Bears “rival,” really.
Whereas even despite the one-sided affair that Chicago-Green Bay has become, you can still feel tinges of hatred, and Detroit has its customary passionate fanbase, despite the relentless waves of losing, Minnesota’s an afterthought. A team with eye-popping, if transcendent talent — Justin Jefferson, for one — but a team that never truly matters or gets the good old blood boiling.
This isn’t to say that the Bears matter. They, for the moment and for a long time, have not. It’s more that the Vikings and what feels like a Little Brother syndrome are never even in the remote purview.