So as per usual, yesterday I released my weekly writing prompt which you can read here. However, for the purpose of this post, I will do a quick highlight of it and say that the prompt asked for people to write about their favorite things. One of mine is the Chicago Bears. Without further ado, here is how I wrote the prompt.
(Btw this is quick take of last week’s game and how I felt)
The old boogyman had returned from the shadows of the locker room. We had thought we had crippled him, taken him out of the game. Chicago had unleashed their monsters in the first half, a destructive force that had been missing for the past several years. The boogyman had seemed frightened and wounded, hauled off in a cart while leaving his newest prodigy to be feasted on by the ravished monsters of the midway.
But then he returned, pumped full of magic juice that let him forget about the leg the monsters had tried to take. He stood their and fired off his cannon over and over into the helpless swarm of monsters. The boogyman had returned, garbed in his horrendous green and yellow attire, a color scheme only the most dimwitted of fans could admire, and he attacked.
The boogyman had returned to strike fear into the hearts of every Chicago fan, with every play leading closer to their fall. An all to familiar narrative began to unfold. The offense of the Bears, grizzly and aggressive in the first half fell to a whimper and soft swipes at the opposing defense. The monsters of the midway ran and hid as the boogyman sliced and diced his way through them, chipping away at their power.
There were a few valiant attempts by both the offense and defense in the end to slay the beast from the north, but they failed like so many had before. When the clock hit zero, the boogyman had done it again, he had ripped the heart out of Chicago Bear fans all over again.
Throughout their fan base, heads fell painfully into hands. Things were thrown and cussing ensued. A false hope had been born that this was the year the Bears would be feared again. Instead, a resounding message spread gently through the ether, “there are the bears we know and love.”
And with that message, a painful reminder was born. Win or lose, your favorite team will still be one that you’ll begrudgingly love. We’ll see you in December number 12.
And that’s my coverage of my writing prompt for the week. As you can see I decided to write on my favorite sports team, the Chicago Bears. However, instead of doing a traditional post following the format of “this is my favorite thing and here is why,” I decided to try and tell a story without a traditional way of reporting on a sporting event.
The main reason I chose to write it this way is because I know not everyone is into sports and so I wanted to make fun and interesting to read for those that don’t follow football. I made the opposition an enemy while trying to show the bears as a hero while still sticking with the fan base’s nickname for the Chicago Bear defense.
I hope you enjoyed the piece and check back in tomorrow to see what new content will be headed your way!