The Bears lose a game they had no business losing. We drink away the regrets.
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.
With that ending, it is a hard job bringing something positive for our Bearbon. Let me take you back to before the soft coverages and coaching errors. The feeling you had when Stevenson made that beautiful diving pick. The way that Edmunds pick 6 could have easily had a 54 and a peanut leading him into the endzone. That’s what this team can be, so I’ll choose to hang on to that as the season heads into meaningless games. Lift that smoky potion to that feeling.
Offensive struggles are the talk of the town after Sunday. The Fields debate rages on even if measuring him against one of if not the top defense in the game seems reactionary. At a time when the game is in the balance, Bears coaches continue to get too cute by half. Getsy running predictable, overly complicated plays where simplicity is enough has gotten old. What stood out this week was the play at 17 -17 where Njoku made the huge gain that proved to be the backbreaker. Look at the number on the coverage, it’s in the 90’s. How is a defensive lineman expected to keep up with a top 15 TE in the game? Further, look at the quote from 93 on Monday where he said he had not properly practiced the play. It is a red-hot indictment on the coaches. That burning scotch tastes like disappointment.
We raised a beer to Montez Sweat last week. He put up another 1.5 sacks to now lead both the Bears and the Commanders. I’d go repeat but let me propose something different. The Bears reached the endzone then came frustration with penalties and terrible playcalls. That’s when individual brilliance took over. We lift our Miller Lite to Fields evading the rush and throwing a dime to Kmet. Fields’ future is in question, but he sure has flashes at times.
Like many things in life, in fandom, it’s the hope that kills you. That “In the Hunt” graphic last Sunday night looked great. This week, I leave you with Andy Dufresne: “Remember hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies”. Hit 2024 on the jukebox for my favourite song off the Shawshank soundtrack.