What we’re about to tell you about the Chicago Bears could easily be explained in a few different ways.
One: Chicago has been historically unlucky and any surge in fortuitous events are the inevitable karmic backswing of a franchise whose most recent trip to the playoffs ended in a double-doink field goal miss (and the subsequent years in which they tried to strangle any memory of said miss through a chaotic series of kicker-related events).
Two: Nick Foles is as advertised; a talisman of otherworldly proportions. He simply radiates good fortune and, when properly incubated as a plucky mentor-type backup quarterback for an undefined period of time, begins to accumulate massive amounts of luck-causing powers that he proceeds to unleash on the field once given the opportunity to start.