The good news is that we’re used to this here in Fire-land, amirite? Year after year, Chicago Fire supporters hew to a familiar emotional routine with their consistently underwhelming Men in Red, barely nodding at denial (“We could win the East”) before a quick shuffle through anger (“N-Rod f--ked up!”) and bargaining (“God, I promise to live right if Matt Polster can be healthy”).
It’d be easy to get hung up on depression (“Why should I care if they don’t?”), and many do, which is why we are here today.