What place on the U.S map starts with a ‘C’, ends with an ‘O’ and is covered with Bears fans?
Be careful, it’s a trick question.
Of course you would be right if you said Chicago. But you would also be correct if you said Colorado.
From Boulder to Colorado Springs, with Denver in the middle, Bears fans made their presence felt in the Centennial State.
From the moment we stepped off the plane in Denver, we knew we were not alone in traveling to the Rocky Mountains to support our team and star quarterback Jay Cutler. It’s always a bit of a rush to see how a host state will welcome visiting fans, but this one had a little extra to it. Since Broncos fans still have hatred towards Cutler no matter what team he plays for.
From a distance, it was hard to tell the fans of the two teams apart, being that the Broncos loved our taste of colors so much that they adopted the scheme. However, once a fan opened his/her mouth, all doubt was removed. It may have been the distaste for Cutler, or the defense of their turf, but many Broncos fans really let us know what they thought of us, our beloved team and, of course, good ol’ number six. Don’t get me wrong, this is not my first time to Colorado and the people there are very friendly and welcoming….when you’re not the team’s enemy that week.
Though the Bears held a 10 point lead late in the fourth quarter, neither fan base inside Sports Authority field could breathe easy. And unlike our players, that was not due to the altitude. As one Broncos fan put it, ‘We deal with this every week. ‘
We all know how the game ended, though we’d like to erase that memory like Barber forgetting to stay in bounds. I for one had to take a few minutes after the game to comprehend what had just happened.
It happened so fast. It was a grayish/brown blur. By games end, the teams’ matching color scheme didn’t matter. Again, you could tell who was who by the words being spoken, or not spoken. Bears fans were speechless, surprised and deflated. Broncos fans, the complete opposite.
‘TEBOW! TEBOW! TEBOW!’ The sound still rings in my ears.
Waking up to go to the airport and head home, I was still in denial. Trying to play the game back in my head. And just as I was about to give up on this season, there were the groups of Bears fans traveling through the airport. Through all the snickers and ‘TEBOWs’, our fan base wore their Bears t-shirts, jackets and hats with pride. Heads as high as they were at the beginning of the weekend.
Faith, Luck, or whatever you’d like to call it, has definitely not been on our side these last few weeks. But with three weeks left and a playoff spot within our mitts, maybe a little Mile High magic can rub off on the city that starts with a ‘C’, ends with an ‘O’ and has a hicag in the middle.