It was 2006, I didn't really watch football. I was in 7th grade at the time. I go downstairs to ask my dad a question for my homework I think, or something school related. So I walk down, "hey dad..." and he said, "WAIT! WAIT! HANG ON!" and he's glued to the TV. "IF THE CARDINALS MISS THIS FG WE WIN!" and I kind of just pretended to care to celebrate with him, and when the Cards missed my dad was jumping up and down and screaming. Later on I see the post game interview "THEY ARE WHO WE THOUGHT THEY WERE...AND WE LET EM OFF THE HOOK!"
After that I started watching a few games in the 2006 season and by the time they were in the playoffs I was a full blown Bears fan. Screaming at the TV, cheering when they won, getting mad when they gave up a TD. Then when they beat the Saints my dad runs upstairs, "THE BEARS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!" Then right before kickoff for the Superbowl, my dad was drinking some alcohol, I forgot what it was but it looked good/smelled good. Must of been some flavored alcohol, and I was like "Gimme some!" and he's like, "If the Bears win, you can have this whole glass." and he pours a huge glass of it. I was like "hell yeah!" so once they returned the kickoff for the TD I was so sure that we were going to win. After we lost I got really upset, and cried a little bit (I was in 7th grade, bare in mind). My dad didn't give me the alcohol but he let me shoot some flares in the backyard with his shotgun, that was pretty cool.
Then I saw a Colts fan at my school the next day and I wanted to beat his ass. Especially since if the Bears won we would've had school off.
So yeah, that's my story.