Life doesn't get any better than sunshine, clear skies, Chicago stuffed pizza and your very first, live and in person Bears game at the venerable Soldier Field. I can now die in peace.
God actually wanted me to be at this game. I can prove it.
Reason #1 -- I was in Chicago to attend an MBA student conference. And it happened to be a weekend where the Bears were playing at home. Coincidence? I don't think so.
Reason #2 -- These are the hardest tickets in town. When we told people on the bus to the stadium that we didn't have tickets, they literally laughed at us. The whole bus. No joke.
Reason #3 -- The scalpers were getting arrested. Turns out, the Bears are not only having their best season since 1985, but an article in this week's Tribune about fake tickets brought the police out in full force. On horses too. My friend Ohio saw the police snatch tickets from a guy who bought them from a scalper and then saw them chase after and arrest the scalper. We also only met about 4 scalpers -- who ever heard of such a thing? There's usually a freakin' army of scalpers!
Reason #4 -- The whole arrest thing kinda freaked us out, so we gave up after more than an hour. As we were walked away from the stadium, we ran into a season ticket holder who wasn't going to the game and had two tickets that he was willing to sell within our price range. And we were far enough from the action that no cops were present.
Reason #5 -- Not only did we avoid the cops, getting arrested in Chicago, and the long box office line, we found our seats before the end of the first quarter and were sitting in the front row of the top section, right around the 10 yard line.
Reason #6 -- God knew I needed to end my weekend on a high note, after a mildly awkward but thankfully brief run-in with the ex. Seriously, there were 500 people at this conference and I just had to sneak into a breakout session and unknowingly sit down only 4 people away from him?! God evidenly has a sense of humor too. Or maybe tormentor tendencies.
But at least He's a Chicago Bears fan. 7-0, baby, and a team record 41-points on the board before the half. Aw yeah.
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