As I stood in Northwest Stadium, coming to the realization that the Bears had allowed an unthinkable Hail Maryland and lost a game they had no business winning in the first place, I wasn’t angry. Was I disappointed? Of course. I don’t think I need to use this space to present my credentials as a Bears fan. That resume has been thoroughly vetted. I wasn’t angry because football doesn’t make me angry anymore. And quite frankly, if it’s capable of making you angry, you shouldn’t watch it.
I’m 42 years old. I got a theater company with a thriving education program.