Monday, December 01, 2008

The Crappy Baby Bears

I'm going off topic today.
Did anybody see that Bears game on Sunday night? This was one of the more pathetic displays from this team that I've seen in a while, and it can pretty much all be pinpointed to one moment, and I think it's pretty obvious what moment that is.
The Bears are down to the Vikings 1 or 2 yard line. It's the first half. We're up 7-3. We've had a very solid hold on their offense, and we've threatened a couple times. We're in control of this game. On first down, we run up the middle for no gain. Madden (again) praises the enormo-brothers on the Vikings' defensive line, for, well...being obese. And being....there. In the middle, where our guy ran. Anyway. Second down - same thing. Third down, we try to go outside - no gain. During all this, we're not calling time outs, we're not calling hard snaps, we're not sending guys in motion, it's just pound, fail, pound, fail, pound, fail. (That sounds really bad, I know)
Then the Texas Tech vs. Oklahoma game from a couple weeks ago pops into my head. Same thing - visiting team, 4th and goal, early in the game, missed the opportunity, the home crowd IMMEDIATELY got back into the game, and really spurred their team on. From that point on, TT never had a chance at that game.
So I said out loud - "Lovey, please kick it. You HAVE to kick it." But then, once again - no time out, no thought about it, Orton calls hike, gives it to Forte, up the middle, fatness is there, and that's that. I could have screamed.
After that, the very next play, Frerotte throws only the 11th ever 99-yard pass, while still crying in our milk splatter. This is textbook, poorly coached, mentally unprepared, Bears. I have to blame Lovey Smith for this play - this series - which changed the game, and maybe - just maybe - changed our season. Or should I say "ruined."

And I won't go into the part where Madden starts talking about Fatty Fat Fat's family, because he had FINALLY run out of wonderful, amazing, awe-inspiring things to say about his Fatness' on-field play. He was telling how Fat Albert wouldn't let his daughters date - UNLESS they guy showed up for the date with A)enough money to buy his house (Which - still after a full 24 hours I have NO clue on how this is relevant to the courtship and possible future of his family) or B) show up to the date with $50,000 in cash. Is it just me, or is this remarkably similar to straight-up, no holds barred prostitution? Am I missing something? And good ol' Madden goes on and laughs, and talks about this guy like he's the "Real Man" father of the year.

Maybe I need to stick with English football.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Haha, great blog. I pretty much hate announcers in general. They get on one guys bandwagon and just beat that dead horse the whole game, no matter who it is. If it's Brett Farve, then look out...

Also, there have been so many (more so than usual?) coaching errors in football that could be solved by just common sense, like clock managment, or kicking that field goal etc. Unreal.

Like your reference to the TT/Oklahoma game. Big ups.

5:14 AM  
Blogger darkred said...

Oh, Favre is the worst. Can't stand the worship of him. (Even though he is a pretty darn good QB - but can't we just leave it at that?)

7:27 AM  

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