Oh, look, it’s our old enemy, Aaron Rodgers. Coming into Soldier Field with his new team, nursing an injury.

He’s 42 now, and you would think past his prime. In fact, the things he’s saying, he appears to be more reflective, a little more chill and ready to, in his own words, let bygones be bygones.

But I say no! We can’t.

He’s a troll.

He’s the scourge of many a Chicago Bears fan’s very existence. He made game days hell for me, twice a year, most years. I don’t even want to list the specific games because you’re thinking of them, too.

Sunday would be sweet, sweet revenge, to knock him on his backside, to batter him around, make him frustrated, throw his helmet and leave the field in a hissy fit.

But I don’t even know if we’ll get the chance for it. And I also know, like many other f

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