At this point, after years and years of being exposed to Bears’ postmortem press conferences, of hearing the same silly, mind-numbing rationalizations, you find yourself sitting there like a bag of frozen corn, with the same amount of brain activity and trace amounts of the will to live.
That’s what the Bears want. They want to wear you down with words like “collaboration,’’ “culture,’’ “conviction,’’ “adversity,’’ “trust’’ and “pride.’’ They want to wear you down with their inanity and hope you’ll drag yourself to a cold corner of your sad existence, where you’ll cling to memories of the 1985 team until you die.