8 reasons for Chicago Bears fans to hate the Green Bay Packers

Two generations think it is easy to find an MVP quarterback.

You got franchises like the Chicago Bears who would love to have just one MVP quarterback in recent memory. The Packers have had two and discarded them like worn-out cargo shorts.

They loved both Favre and Rodgers until they made it hard to love them anymore.

Packers fans could not wait for Rodgers to get out of town. They got tired of the darkness retreats and his crazy beliefs on vaccinations. His game declined last season and suddenly it was time to get that diva out of town.

Since Rodgers came after Favre, you got an organization that thinks they can just put anyone behind center and that person will win an MVP someday. Hate to break it, but that is not how it usually works.

Saying good riddance to not one, but two great quarterbacks might not build up a lot of equity in the karma bank.

Speaking of karma, one of these days it is going to catch up with the Packers and it is not going to be pretty.

That is what Bears fans are hoping for. Millennials and Generation Z who are Packers fans know nothing but quarterback greatness.

It is time for those generations of Packers fans to know the pain and misery of seeing someone with the talent of Jonathan Quinn start a game. They need to feel that agony of knowing the game is already over at the coin flip because the quarterback is God-awful.

Bears fans want that schadenfreude. They need that schadenfreude. Okay, this is getting a little dark, let’s move on to the next reason.

Wearing cheeseheads with pride along with those ugly uniforms.

The color scheme is quite possibly the worst combination ever. They say the Packers wear gold. They don’t. They wear yellow. Gold is what Notre Dame wears.

Fans wear foam cheese on their heads like they were crowned king and queen of the Brown County fair. Some of them wear literal cheese crowns.

It is not a fashion statement you are putting on your head—it is a cry for help (or an admission of insanity).

Can we please stop romanticizing about a professional team being in Green Bay?

If there was no shared revenue in the NFL, the Packers would be out of business like the Muncie Flyers.

Television money is the only reason the Packers still exist.

Sure, the city of Green Bay, and for some reason George Halas, rallied to keep the team alive in the 1950s. If there was no salary cap and shared TV money, Green Bay is known as a town you make a pitstop in on your way toward a weekend golf trip in the Upper Peninsula.

There is nothing wholesome and pure about Green Bay. It is the world’s largest subdivision that happens to have a football stadium.

There is nothing else to do there besides hunt, ice fish, eat at Brett Favre’s Steakhouse, and watch the Packers.

You take away the entire state of Wisconsin and the Packers would still have the longest waiting list for season tickets because 100,000 people in Green Bay are desperate for something to do in the town–especially since the Shopko went out of business.

They willingly hand over money to a franchise that refuses to spend any of it in free agency. Instead, the team buys up land around the stadium to make even more money and do nothing with it.

Outside of Reggie White, no free agent has willingly come to the frozen circle of hell unless they are desperate.

Can we get back to Aaron Rodgers becoming a diva?

Wonder how he got that way when the fan base worshipped him like some sort of ancient god and the organization gave him unlimited power and money.

His production declined, the team does not make the playoffs, and suddenly he is no longer embraced by the Pack.

Amazing that when he stopped winning MVPs, Packers fans realized he was not a swell guy. Everyone was all too pleased to see the Jets take him off their team’s hands.

Yes, there is a twinge of jealousy here.

Green Bay has managed sustained success for 30 seasons while the Bears have been in football hell for decades. There is finally hope that these franchises can switch places and the Bears can finally be in the sun while darkness descends on the Packers.