Okay. Bit of license there. But even if this game wasn't actually played at the peak of mighty Chomolungma herself, the Patriots and Bears spent several hours yesterday contending with a weather pattern at Soldier Field that looked straight out of Into Thin Air, with stinging gusts and whipping snow (though there are presumably vastly fewer drunks in Santa costumes on the actual slopes of Everest).
And yes, I know. We know from weather around here. We are from New England and are totally the toughest (as well as equally capable of drunkenly donning seasonally-appropriate costumes). We regularly sit in snowbanks to watch the Patriots and we do it with a smile. We've even been known to celebrate touchdowns by cheerily throwing fistfuls of the snow we've been sitting in up in the air, for Pete's sake. It is clear that we, and our football team, are unafraid of the cold.
But the cold in Chicago is something different.The weather in the Midwest in general, I can say from some experience, has a more lethal edge than any we experience around Boston, from Serious Tornadoes to floods of the Mississippi basin to winter conditions that leave little doubt that Mother Nature would, in fact, sincerely attempt to kill you should you ever happen to find yourself without shelter, your Gore-Tex, or your cell phone.
Just look at how Bill Belichick dressed for this game. When the same Belichick who's patrolled the wintry Gillette Stadium sideline in cut-off sweatshirt sleeves looks geared up to coach a game on the planet Hoth:
You know we're talking about a different level of freezing one's ass off entirely.