Dear Chicagoland

Dear Chicagoland Area,

I must say that after twenty four years, your sports teams have finally damaged my heart and blood pressure beyond repair.

I know that it is partially my own fault for cheering on teams that haven't won the World Series in over a century or the Super Bowl in almost a quarter century. But you can't blame me for being loyal! I was raised this way...

A fan since poddy training. (Damn, I was a cute kid. See what you did to me?)

I have stuck by your teams through thick and thin. Through heat waves and blizzards. Through the glory days and the shit storms. But this weekend? I actually flipped over to Spike TV and watched CSI because the tears were too much to handle.

Why do you do this to me?! How many blatant opportunities do you want to screw up in one game? How often do you need to be in the red zone until you realize they call it so for a reason? What does it take to make you see that being within ten yards of the goal line should mean you are going to be scoring a touchdown?

I love you dearly, Chicagoland. I really, truly do. But I don't know how much more of this failure I can bear...

Regards,

Jeney