Last Sunday was a truly special moment in Chicago Bears history.
December 5th, 1993, one day after I was born, the Chicago Bears held an 82-59-6 record over the Packers in the NFL’s oldest rivalry. Before last Sunday’s showdown, that record sat firmly at 97-94-6 in Green Bay’s favor. It’s remarkable what happens when you have Brett Farve and Rodgers as your quarterbacks for nearly three decades.
I’ve hated those two with a fiery passion. Maybe they’re the reason why I’ve grown up to be such a bitter football fan. I had just gotten used to watching the same thing over and over again and expecting something different. I was jealous of all the spoiled Packers fans getting everything they wanted. Just like how every time Rodgers raised his hands up in disgust, a yellow flag for pass interference would follow.
But it wasn’t the case last Sunday.
It was as if a thousand demons and beasts were all exorcized in a flash. The sight of Aaron Rodgers getting repeatedly sacked, hobbling for his life, and overthrowing receivers made me feel something I had never felt before. Sure, he was facing the best defense in the league (at least to those who aren’t in denial), but even the almighty, unstoppable Aaron Rodgers couldn’t solve Khalil Mack and the 2018 Monsters of the Midway when it mattered most.