Things to Do on the Northwest Side of Chicago on a Sunday Night When the Bears are Playing…

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Go to Chief O’Neil’s for a surprise birthday party for your Irish fireman Uncle’s surprise 60th birthday party.

Watching the Bears lose on your own is one thing.

Watching them lose with Irishmen who love to celebrate is a whole different experience. I am not that vocal a watcher. I sigh, I mutter “Shit” under my breath, heck, I may even get up and walk out of the room if it gets terrible disgusting. These guys go through the five stages of death while watching the game.

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Go to Chief O’Neil’s for a surprise birthday party for your Irish fireman Uncle’s surprise 60th birthday party.

Watching the Bears lose on your own is one thing.

Watching them lose with Irishmen who love to celebrate is a whole different experience. I am not that vocal a watcher. I sigh, I mutter “Shit” under my breath, heck, I may even get up and walk out of the room if it gets terrible disgusting. These guys go through the five stages of death while watching the game.

Step 1: Denial – “That fucking Grossman. Yeah, I’ll have another Guinness.”
Step 2: Anger – “That FUCKING Grossman. Guinness.”
Step 3: Bargaining – “I wonder what it would take to go down there, and knock that idjit upside the head. Who’s with me? Ok – let’s make a plan after this round. Guinness for everyone. Even the kid.”
Step 4: Depression – “Guiness – and a shot of Jameson. You know, there hasn’t been a good QB since Y.A. Tiddle. Fuck the punky QB, I’d shoot McMahon in the face that loud-mouthed asshole. If he wasn’t so busy gettin’ hurt, he woulda’ brought home more than one trophy.”
Step 5: Acceptance – “What’s the score? 17-10? Time to go home.”

Of course, what that doesn’t cover is the awesome – in scale and scope – amount of yelling that happens. I thought Justin was loud, he ain’t got nothing on these guys. The good thing is, there wasn’t any blood spilled – only dreams…..

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