The Bears get a win, an ugly one but a win nevertheless. We drink and break it down.
Every week, I’m serving one Bearbon for the best thing I saw during the week, preferably smooth with a nice finish. One Scotch that burns the back of the throat but doesn’t stop you from loving it. We’ll then raise a beer to a player, play, incident, or whatever else I feel deserves it. Lastly, I’ll leave you with a song from the Jukebox.
I’ve had very little positive to say about the defense. Soft coverages at the end of games have cost the Bears a couple of games. This week, though, they looked great. They put pressure on Dobbs and even made a tackle or two. I’ll highlight Jaylon Johnson for our Bearbon this week. He’s on a contract year and making a case that he should be on the roster next year. He had a key pass break up leading to a pick, a pick of his own and generally looked like a topflight corner. Poles needs to sign him up sooner rather than later. Raise two fingers of smoky Southern Bearbon to 33.
In a game where the offense scored no touchdowns and only 12 points, you would expect me to rip them here. Unfortunately, our burning scotch was clinched before the game even started with the quote from Poles below. My first job ever was at Wendy’s. On my first day, I knew that burgers cook on the grill, fries go in the fryer and buns toast in the toaster and I was by no means one of the best 32 Wendy’s employees in the world. So how does someone holding one of 32 NFL head coaching jobs have to be reminded by his boss that great players should be on the field? And how do you allow that to continue? This must be professionally embarrassing for everyone involved. Raise the cheapest whisky you can find to this mess.
Week after week, I’ve pointed out that DJ Moore is a stud. He’s on a 4 and 8 team who spent 4 weeks without their starting QB and he just went over the 1000-yard mark. That is a true #1. Haters be damned. He needs only 189 more yards and 2 TDs to match his best ever season. I saw him limp of the field after the game securing catch but I’d put my money on him making it. Raise a Maryland born National Bohemian to WR1.
At one point, Luke Getsy called the same play 3 times in a row hitting flip on one of them like a 10 year old learning to play Madden. He then called it a bunch more times during the game making it a big part of the 18 throws within 1 yard of the scrimmage line. It was simply infuriating. I did get me thinking about repetition for our jukebox selection for the week. The visual essay website “The Pudding” empirically sought out the most repetitive song of all time. Not just the one that used the same words over and over but the one that felt the most repetitive. I agreed with their selection. Hit me up if you agree.