I remember going to the Bears-Patriots game in December 2010. We were 9-3 going into it, so I thought it'd be a great game to see. We ended up getting smoked 36-7, and it wasn't even that close; we were down 33-0 by halftime. To top it all off, the game was being played in a nasty blizzard.
I remember just sitting there with my buddy in the 4th quarter, half the stadium empty, both of us just freezing our asses off. Out of nowhere I just started laughing to myself, and he looked over at me and probably thought I was a crazy person, but I just realized right then and there that this is what it means to be a Bears fan. Sitting there by ourselves, getting blown out in the middle of a snowstorm... you couldn't help but laugh. It's rough moments like that that will make the eventual feeling of a Super Bowl victory all the more enjoyable.