UnBearable Loss

Super Bowl XLI is over, and I could not have asked for a better beginning. Devin Hester returned the opening kickoff for a touchdown, watching himself as he was running into the endzone. I don't think anyone saw that coming. This was the beginning of the end, and many people are looking for answers, why the team they love lost, and who to point fingers at. The answer is hard to say, but the most obvious person to look at is the quarterback who has been struggling throughout the year, Rex Grossman. Sure, he didn't have the best game, but he sure didn't have the worst. Part of the answer lies in the Colts tough offensive line, or maybe the lack of toughness in the Bears defensive line. Peyton Manning went around untouched all day, the opposite of Paris Hilton, whose diseased vagina was in the stands. Rex still looked uncomfortable in the pocket, airing balls out longer than my dad after he gets out of the shower. It was a heartbreaking loss to say the least, and the Bears were the underdogs that everyone (in Chicago) wanted to see come and pull off the miraculous. Talks have begun about what to do for next year, whos going to be behind the beast named Kreutz. I say to stick with Grossman, but other analysts have been calling for his head, seeing that Damon Huard will be a free agent, Jeff Garcia (most likely) will not have a starting job, and Jake Plummers is in trouble as well. Stick it out with Grossman. It was his first full season as a quarterback, and he brought his team to the Superbowl. Not half bad. Let him play the first seven games next year, and if he decides to step it up, sign him to a multi-year contract, if not, theres a market of decent quarterbacks out there to be dealt with. Vegas has the Bears as the NFC team to make it next year, a really encouraging sign, with the Colts as favorites for the AFC. Probably won't happen, but I know Brian Urlacher would like to get his revenge, as would the majority of the Bears defense that looked shaky against an MVP that didn't deserve it. Always next year, sigh.

Superbowl, Super Bears

Ladies and Gentleman, your Chicago Bears defeated America's team that was the New Orleans Saints. The Bears are going to Miami. Miami is home to thousands of attractive, single females, and before February is over, I can guarantee that all of these women are impregnated with Sexy Rexy man seed. I can vaguely remember the '85 team, and the Superbowl victory against the Patriots, being only four months old, but now at the ripe old age of 21, I can finally see the Monsters of the Midway and Sexy Rexy rain on the parade that is the Indianapolis Colts. The Bears won the NFC Championship in fine fashion, and Reggie Bush proved himself to be a complete and utter piece of shit. Reggie managed to cap off a 68 yard touchdown reception by taunting Bears players and doing a flip into the end zone. Not only was this a completely classless move, it came back to hurt the Saints as the could not regain the lead for the rest of the game. Americas team indeed, as the '06 Saints managed to look like the Dallas Cowboys of old, by being complete pieces of shit. The Saints march as a Cinderella Story was stopped in the frigid field in Chicago, and now the only thing left is to play the five head team of Peyton Manning, and Marvin Harrison.

The Saints Come Marching In

Rex Grossman, man of redemption? May be a little early to tell, but with the Bears victory over the Seahawks on Sunday, in overtime no less, Grossman had his chance to prove himself to the critics (myself included) and prove himself he did. Grossman was 21/38 with 282 yards, a td, a pick which was a tipped pass, and a fumble. Not stellar numbers, and Grossman still looked uncomfortable in the pocket, forcing a lot of passes, but he does have it in him to be a team leader, especially after an incredibly placed 67 yard pass to Berrian. All eyes were on the young Robbie Gould, out of Penn State, and Gould himself never wavered, quoted as saying, "I knew it was good as soon as soon as it came out," but he did have me worried, as the ball was slicing like one of my golf drives. The Bears face a formidable foe in the Saints, who alot of people are calling "Americas team" a la Hurricane Katrina. Good, fuck the Cowboys, and fuck Texas. The only good thing to come out of Texas was the ability to produce the Houston Astros, whom my Chicago White Sox wiped the floor with in the World Series. Americas Team? We'll see on Sunday.

Rex Grossman Just Doesn't Give a Fuck

Rex Grossman doesn't play on holidays of importance. Which makes sense now, because he hasn't been playing that well on Sundays, which, as all of us know, is the Catholic day of rest. Jerry Angelo is the only man to put this blame on, because he should have just hired a Protestant or Quaker quarterback. I mean after all, its just a game, and its fucking NEW YEARS EVE, can't be expected to produce when 2007 is about to roll in can you?Rex Grossman, as told from espn.com:

"In this league, especially at this postion, you have to bring it in every single game, in every single week, no matter what. And the situation was I figured to play about a quarter, or maybe even a half, it was the last game, it was New Years Eve, and there were so many factors that brought my focus away from what is important, and that's something I'm never going to do again."

I do admire that he has the gall to admit that his heart wasn't in the game. This would have been acceptable, say from a veteran quarterback like Brett Favre (cheeseheads would be out for blood) or Tom Brady, but to come from a quarterback whos postition isn't yet solidified is not acceptable. Lovie Smith, a man very capable of doing his job, needs to evaluate Grossman every single snap on Sunday, and if it looks like Grossman has chocolate, boobs, or anything else on his mind, send him to the fucking locker room. A year when .500 teams are capable of going to the super bowl, when the Bears are 13-3 is surely the best chance they have to winning it all. The only thing holding us back is a quarterback with booze on his mind, instead of the ongoing game. I was a believer in the quarterback whose name rhymes with sexy, but when he admits that he isn't all in the game, i say bring in the quarterback whose name rhymes with Fece(s).