ankita deshpande

A win would’ve been nice, but it was still the greatest night of my football life. It’s the moment that I will always remember when the real reason for football clicked in. Football isn’t just a game played with a ball on a field. It’s not just 3-D chess with men colliding. It’s human connection. It’s family genetics. It’s an allegiance passed from generation to generation. I witnessed my son standing in the same place that I stand, screaming at a black square with color pixels for an orange and blue team as if somehow his cries could affect the outcome of the game. Last night was the night that I knew I had done my real job as a Bears fan. I pass the game to the next generation. I shared a forever loyalty. He is fully on his way on a life time journey or highs and lows, love and loss, passion and grit, strategy and might, joy and disappointment. And when the day comes where my son and I are at an impasse. We can always talk about the Bears.