Obviously, I would have liked to see one of those FGs go through for the Packer victory (alas, this is our season). But it was an exciting hard-fought OT game (Rodgers was fab, in my opinion) that was very cool to witness--a stellar addition to the storied rivalry.
Despite the outcome, Kev and I enjoyed ourselves thoroughly at Soldier Field (it is a way cool stadium), save for a rather unending stream of boorish and threatening behavior from drunken Bear fans that I found really disturbing.
On the way walking to the game there was a lot of over-the-top trash talk, to include adult males screaming "faggots" at me and my 13-year-old son, with their dates (wives?) giggling drunkenly in approval.
That you try to brush off, as sick as it is, because you want the night to go well for your kid. So you rationalize it away with quietly shared quips.
Once into the club suite, the putdowns mostly involved the usual profanities. Not everyone did it, but the frequency was weird, like you wandered into a bad movie (and to his credit, one older Bear fan complained to security). I know people get jacked for this game, but it was an overwhelmingly adult crowd, so you expect better, especially when they stream obscenities at your kid for his sheer audacity of daring to walk in front of them wearing logowear (Who curses out a kid in that situation? I mean, isn't that just plain sick? Aren't you--instead--supposed to go out of your way to make a child feel welcome?).
But it was the way out to the car (about 30 minutes of walking en masse) that really shocked me (figuring it wouldn't be too bad since the Bears won): snowballs to the head (always from behind, to the point that I just starting walking with my arm around Kev and my shoulder blocking his head), people actually spitting at us (making you wonder what happens when the Bears lose), and clusters of exceedingly drunk Clockwork-Orange twentysomething males looming (for us personally twice, consisting of two different groups: trailing us for a bit, bragging out loud how they were going to beat us up and such ["Let's fuck these two up!" and such], and only backing off after I migrated Kev and myself toward cops).
Throughout it all. Kev was cool and behaved well, and I tried to keep him occupied in conversation (videogames, natch). I was very proud of him.
What depressed me most about the situation (and about which I apologized repeatedly to Kev--born and largely raised in the East in military-dominated communities), was realizing this was the fabled Midwest I brought my family back to live among: on full, bullying, drunken, homophobic display (hardly unique to my native region, I realize). I kept waiting for the adult voices to emerge that I typically hear in Green Bay when such moments begin (awfully rarely) at Lambeau, but all I found was gleeful hard stares from older fans (again, I remember the one older gentleman in the suite section for his consideration), and that ashamed me most of all as a native Midwesterner (because that was the kind of behavior that, in my little town growing up in the late 60s/early 70s, would get you a firm talking to or a slap upside the head from any number of adult males if they caught you-whether you were their kid or not).
I know Chicago is cool and ascendant with Obama and all, but I swear to God, I will go out of my way for the rest of my life to avoid spending another dime or minute in this town (believe me, I edited this sentence down repeatedly to delete the various expletives).
Beyond all that, we crashed pleasantly in a hotel just over the Indy border. We were not traumatized and we won't spend any time remembering the night, other to note, as Kev told me right after we lost, that he really loved spending the time with me (as I did with him).
I just feel like publicly calling Chicago out for the unbelievably boorish behavior of its citizens--to wit, I hope the town doesn't come close to getting the Olympics.
But I do wonder what would have been different if I had had my younger son with me or--say--I was carrying my Chinese daughter in my arms. . .. Either of them would have been flabbergasted by the hostility and probably quite scared by the experience.
Thankfully, it was Kev, so we write it down as a father-son bonding experience.
But to me it was a sick display--truly shameful.
Addendum: Here's the larger point: the NFL realizes and rightfully fears an aging fan base as kids are lost to soccer, X Games, video games, etc. My birth family grew up on football; my kids barely understand it, none play it as a team sport (I caught the TD to win my senior Homecoming game) and I predict none of them will care for it in adulthood (our games are solely a father-child experience, like my old man and Brewers double-headers in the 1970s). That's why the league this year instituted a very tough policing rule set in the stands: to create a family atmosphere.
That's my longer-term fear for the game.