The Chicago Bears outlast the Minnesota Vikings, 48-41
(Written last Monday)
I found myself in familiar territory this Sunday while observing the Chicago Bears try to hold onto a late fourth quarter lead over the Minnesota Vikings in a shootout. Well the high-scoring shootout part was unfamiliar, but there we were, sweating-out a game with a combined 89 points scored. I never thought I’d see the day when a Bear team scores 48 points and I’m still left biting my nails, concerned about another pending defensive meltdown reaching its gut-wrenching conclusion.
As Minnesota drove to the score that would place them within a touchdown of tying the Bears, I looked at my wife and said, “I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” Of course, that was just an empty, rhetorical sentiment, as I would continue to torment myself (I was raised as a Roman Catholic. Though I’m now agnostic, I’ve become accustomed to some form of self-loathing and suffering in my life.)
What I “couldn’t do anymore” was to follow this “new” style of Bear football. I’m more accustomed to the Bears blowing games because their mediocre offense failed to score enough points, not because their exhausted, injury-prone, depleted and overmatched defense failed to stop opponents in the clutch.
While the former way of losing left me depressed for a few hours, this newer method of blowing victories in the waning minutes of the fourth quarter had me absolutely demoralized for days on-end. It’s like being forced to watch an endless loop of the tragic rape/sodomy/murder segments from the film Boys Don’t Cry. I’m not suggesting there’s a right way to lose, but this year’s losses are the kind where a die-hard Bear fan could shower for five hours straight without feeling clean.
When the Bears responded by going three-and-out on offense, punting the ball back to the Vikes for a potential game-tying drive, my wife replied, “Well, I’m not doing this anymore. I’ll be in the kitchen. And please don’t tear-up my sh#t this time when they lose… again!”
Fortunately for the sad tattered remnants of my sanity –as well as my wife’s sh#t– the Bears defense held with a game-clenching interception by injured rookie cornerback Zackary Bowman, who replaced one of our two injured starting cornerbacks (Both of our starting corners Nathan Vasher and Charles Tillman sat-out with injuries, along with safety Danieal Manning. I wasn’t kidding about our defense being depleted. This is the first time I’ve ever looked forward to a bye-week for my team, if only to mend the battered players and stave-off my pending coronary from watching them struggle to compete.)
A respectful nod to Vikings running back, Adrian Peterson for once again turning into John Rambo and using only an AK and a machete to massacre the generic, expansionistic, suppressive, third-world, pacific-rim, undisciplined military that was the Bears defense. Every time he takes on the Bears defense, he looks as if he was born with balls and bad-manners. And yes, that’s a compliment.
Once again, I’m singling out Chicago’s Kyle “The Future” Orton for another valiant effort. I won’t go into detail about his gameplay this Sunday, but I will say this; his 18-yard touchdown strike to Greg Olsen was a laser-strike that was thrown against triple coverage. That’s right, triple coverage. That play was as jaw-dropping as The Bourne Ultimatum’s Jason Borne talking trash to pursuing CIA Deputy Director Noah Vosen from a cell-phone… while he was in Vosen’s office. That told me all I needed to know about Kyle Orton. Who cares if he’s scruffy and funny-looking? Hell, I’m about to start rockin the neck beard look myself!
The goat award goes to Matt Forte. Granted, you were going against the run-stuffing Vikings defense, but even against the Atlanta Falcons the previous Sunday, I noticed a great deal of dancing from you. Dude, I don’t know what’s going on with you but you began this season as a beast. You were a true warrior. Why have you begun to dance in the backfield instead of making one cut and hitting the front line with conviction like you did in the beginning? Dude, this ain’t Soul Train! The staticians don’t count the yards you make while grapevining side-to-side or doing that jitterbug thing you with your feet right before the defense stops you for no gain.
I know you’re a good kid with tremendous potential, and no, I’m not picking on you just because my wife thinks you’re hot (though admittedly, that certainly hasn’t helped with my perception of your efforts). But please, pretty please; less dancing, more running!
Posted by Barry Dawson IV 
Posted by Barry Dawson IV 
Posted by Barry Dawson IV 