The football illuminati tell us that if the Bears are to succeed, Rex Grossman must return to the form he exhibited earlier this season. If he doesn't, the perception is that the Bears will lose or, in the alternative, turn to Brian Griese and then lose. However, more likely to me is a third option: Grossman will continue to exhibit shaky play and the Bears, as they have all season, will find a way to win in spite of the Cannon's misfiring. Grossman's spotty play may yet prove to be the undoing of the Bears, but it won't be this week. I can't shake the feeling that regardless of who wins this game it will be a total debacle. You know what? I'm cool with this.
Throughout the course of the season, and even into the playoffs, some dog-ass performances get turned in. For all the lip-service given by players and coaches to "taking it to the next level" in the playoffs, there are an ample number of teams who keep on making the same mistakes they made all season (or in Terry Glenn's case, inventing new ways to lose games). Last week, the Chiefs (aka the NFL's Die Cast Dude) were simply horrid and devoid of anything resembling fundamentally sound offense. The Colts were never in danger of losing and it was generally a shitty football game. But did I turn off the television and do something productive with my time? Hell 2 da naw.
In the event of a Bears victory, women of child-bearing age are advised to maintain a safe distance from the Sex Cannon... perhaps say, Rockford.
Not every game can be a Steve-Sabol-boner-inducing NFL Films classic. Sometimes the NFL, especially when you have no rooting or wagering interest, is worthwhile solely because it is 3 1/2 hours to unplug yourself from reality. These are the playoffs, fool. Pretty soon it will be mid-February and the games will be over and all you will catching yourself saying something gay like "when do pitcher and catchers report?" The last few games of the season are quickly passing us by. Each one, no matter how dull and inartful, must be savored. We must treasure each and every game, even the shitty ones. We must clench even these unaesthetic affronts to the very dignity of the Game to our bosoms. We must savor every dropped pass and Joe Buck hyperbole while we still can. We must devour the carcasses of these games and suck the marrow from their bones. Let us live this next fortnight like it were our last. You shall eat the last hot wing. You shall have another beer. And another. Hit on that chick even though she is wearing an Eagles jersey and is way out of your league. Do not allow this season to go gentle into that good night. Let's get ready for some shitty football!!!