Ow. If this game was on a Sunday, I’d have called in sick on Monday. I needed a few days to regroup and recupe after witnessing that slow, trudging, painful death Thursday night. Like a bullfight, everyone groaned at least once as the Bears slowly bled out, frothing confusedly, and sporadically flailing just to maintain some kind of posture. And then came the matador’s sword, which was acquired just a few months ago for $36M – and from our back yard. Former-Bear Adrian “How You Like Me NOW?!” Amos (the very player I called out last week for lacking “ball skills,” and who’s departure I said would lead to more turnovers – for US) picked off the Troubadour in the end zone to seal it. Oh, the irony. It smarts like getting hit over the head with a lock-in-a-sock. And for some reason, I simply can’t shake the feeling that our season just got “Whitey Bulgered.”
Things are certainly not looking up for Chicago this week
Bear Down Baffa 