Anyone who’s been anywhere near South Florida in the last week has run into hordes of one of the most annoying species on earth: fair-weather Chicago Bears fans.

They’ve clogged the fairways of golf courses as far north as Palm Beach. No matter what course you played, you were bound to run into several groups of hackers in Bears hats.

At first, I wanted to like the guys. After all, they’re obviously some dedicated golfers. And part of the five percent of Chicago’s population smart enough to flee the Freezing City for the winter (they don’t make geniuses on Lake Michigan).

But the more you talked to them, the more you realized Bears fans are about as mentally strong as carrots and as dedicated to their men as Paris Hilton.

Ninety eight percent of the Bears fans I encountered on Florida’s golf courses said they expected their team to lose the Super Bowl. These are the guys who ponied up the money to fly here and pay thousands for tickets (one guy told me he was excited that scalper prices were “dropping” to $1500 on Saturday).

Some might call this defeatist attitude admirable realism. After all, even WorldGolf.com’s resident of the fifth dimension Willie K. Wolfrum knew enough to pick the Colts.

In truth, this Bears “fan” attitude is the worst in wishy washness.

I want to like Da Bears as millions of nitwits still call them. I interviewed Jim McMahon and found him as hilarious as advertised - even if his feet smelled.

But Bears fans only remember they’re Bears “fans” about once every 20 years. You know when they have that rare lucky team in a mediocre conference.

My best friend in college was a Bears “fan” who swiftly converted to a Titans fan when Steve McNair was good, then back to Da Bozos recently. It figures he’s in the movie business. Turns out most Bears “fans” are just as dubious.

Colts 29, Bears 17 was the ultimate in poetic justice. Devin Hester returning the opening kickoff for a touchdown to get all these fair-weather fans suddenly believing only made it more perfect.