Bears fan.

We’re coming for ya!

Once upon a time, there was a family of Bears. Now these Bears desperately wanted to beat the mean ole nasty Vikings, So they foolishly traded their future for magic beans, oops I mean a quarterback (Meet Mrs. Elway, she’s on the right.)

Now the Vikings did not just sit around admiring their NFC North Title, oh no they did not. They acquired a couple of players of their own. they acquired a pair of super heroes (Meet “The Dynamic Duo”.)

 Once combined with the rising young heroes “Super Sid” (Meet “Super Sid”.)

and “All Day Peterson” (Meet “All Day Peterson”).

The Vikings Offense was unstoppable. The day of the big game arrived and Mrs. Elway had to deal with this

and this.

The end result being.

Poor Mrs. Elway, after choking away the season she only had one recourse, of course.

The end.

Twas the night before the big game, when all through the dome,

The Queens were all stirring, glad that this one was at home.

The mullet was combed with precision and care,

In trepidation that the Bears would soon be there.

Percy and friends were rolling J’s in their beds,

While visions of Lance Briggs terrorized their heads.

And papa Chilly in his toupee, with his lucky coin,

Had just started dreaming of massaging Favre’s groin.

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,

So Brad zipped up his pants to find out what’s the matter.

Away to the window, he flew like a flash,

While Harvin and others threw away their stash.

When, what to their bloodshot eyes should appear,

A sight that induced all their worst fear.

Hester stepped out, so lively and quick,

Their stomachs grew uneasy, they started to feel sick.

And off the bus running, Lovie called them by name,

“Now, Knox! now Forte! now Cutler and Olsen!

On, Harris! on Brown! on, Briggs and on Tillman!

So on to the field, the giant men flew,

With a grudge on the shoulders, and nothing to lose.

And then, in the distance, they all heard Chilly say,

“Please Brett, please. Come save the day!”

He put down the phone, and got up from where he laid.

Grabbed his walking cane, and put in his hearing aid.

If they lost this one, he knew he’d be the blame,

so he dressed in his wranglers and prepped for the game.

An arsenal of weapons he had at his back,

Much better than he ever had with the Pack.

His eyes — how they wrinkled! His back how it ached!

The many retirements that he perfectly faked!

He knew the Bears defense, from the many games before,

the ones where he threw interception galore.

As he grabbed the Ben-Gay off the top shelf,

He imagined a victory, in spite of himself.

A blink of his eye put a thought in his head,

Urlacher’s out, one thing less to dread.

A sigh of relief, as he went back to work,

But the tape of Afalava and Bowman gave him a jerk.

O-gun and Brown in his face every play,

No one could save him, not Rice or All Day!

The game played out, just as he thought,

The Bears were victorious… and screw the rhyming – Favre is OLD!

A nickel for you, on me.

Hope we have a good game tonight and that there are no serious injuries other than to the psyche of the Bears – both the team and their fans!

Cheer up Chi-town, you will be competitive again in about 5 years….in the meantime, enjoy the playing and Ws of your neighbors in Minnie!

I sure am going to…..SKOL!

Well done all.

for letting me take up space on your site.