Carrie Underwood told me no lies as she stomped and clodded in her good ol’ girl way across a sea of green screen effects at approximately 7:25 last night.
Yeah, I was waiting all day for a Sunday night, this Sunday night, Nov. 9, 2014, the night the latest professional football season ended effectively in Chicago.
Surely, in front of a national audience and against their most storied rival, the Chicago Bears would have some sort of retort for all of us who follow them:
“We got you, Bears Nation…,”
“We have as much pride in ourselves as you have in us, we’ll hold it down…”
For that matter, the Bears could have even went the flippant route and quoted the man who so decisively sonned them in both his chances this season — “r-e-l-a-x” they could have told, or better yet showed, us.
But there was no such professionalism, no such confidence, no such existence of alpha male-ism at hand in the Bears’ 55-14 loss to the Green Bay Packers, which featured among its horrible notes, a first half that yielded more points than any Bears team has yielded (42) to any opponent in any first half ever and the most points yielded in any game by any Bears defense.
I waited all day this Sunday for a team that I’ve rooted for all my life to take the field and no such thing happened, so as the negative scores piled up I turned the channel and came back only to mark down just how much of a whipping could take place, just how big of a loss could take place for this team I waited for so long.
All emotion was voided by this time of the evening, never have I felt so deadened in watching a Bears team. It didn’t make sense to get up in arms, this collection of so-called football players and the tomato cans that instruct them aren’t worth it. Soon it became evident:
I don’t have a favorite player.
I don’t have a football coach.
I don’t have a football team.
The Chicago Bears Football Club (more on the formality in a moment) at present are the equivalent of the Cleveland Browns circa 1999, a hollowed husk of a franchise, mere laundry inhabited by folks who try to some degree but who aren’t in any way capable of satisfying those who feel a connection to the legacy of the brand they supposedly represent.
Look to the East and you see a revival of that long-suffering franchise I just mentioned — they’re currently playing their best season since being revived by the NFL about a decade and a half ago — maybe such a thing is somewhere on the horizon for the Bears Football Club, but just as the Browns had to turn over coach after coach, roster spot after roster spot, Chicago’s football franchise may have to undergo multiple revolutions before a return to glory is at hand.
Look to the West, near the town named for a transcendent animal associated mainly with the act of rebirth, and you see another franchise (one that ironically was once based in Chicago) playing exactly the kind of ball that the Chicago Bears Football Club was once known for — resourceful and steady on offense, impactful and game-changing on defense — and leading the NFC in the process.
There are many that say that the coach of that team, Bruce Arians, should be coaching the Chicago Bears Football Club. I think its safe to say that this franchise would be something besides the Chicago Bears Football Club if that was the case, something beyond the mere formalities that can only be offered to it at this point.
We can’t deal with what-ifs and if-onlys at this point, there is only reclamation to be had, or else not only will the 2014 season end early, but the 2015 season will never come and none other after it.
The Chicago Bears are the team I’ve actively rooted for almost since my birth, in spite of my early lack of motor skills to define my rooting, I was still born into Bears fandom — ‘dem Bears,’dose Bears, Da Bears, damned Bears. No matter the tone, they were still my guys.
Dese guys who I waited all day for this past Sunday night, I don’t know who they are, they’re nothing more than the Chicago Bears Football Club to me, est. 1919, a charter member of the National Football League, no different than the Green Bay Packers, no different than the New York Giants or the Cleveland Browns or latter-day teams like the Tennessee Titans and the Jacksonville Jaguars.
And just like I could sit down and watch any of those times on any given Sunday, I can still watch the Chicago Bears Football Club. Yes, I plan to be somewhere where I can watch intently at the kick-off of each of the remaining seven games, but it’ll just be something to do, and if the team gets the itch to allow another six or seven touchdowns in a half, best believe the clicker will get a work out.
No player should be seen as precious at this point and Marc Trestman, who amazingly has cleared the Dave Wannstedt level of ineptitude and ineffectiveness in Chicago Bears Football Club modern coaching, can not be gone soon enough, along with Mel Tucker and any coach even remotely related to this wholly disappointing season.
A sea of comfortable politicos just saw this past week how quickly the door can be shown to one who dabbles in weak and out-of-touch governing. As fans we should treat our teams no different, we can vote with our viewing habits, the words that we use on or off-line and by the amount of time we give in any fashion, either praising or damning them.
There’s enough going on in this town — the Hawks and Bulls are really trying to live up to our standards, the Cubs just brought in another classic figure who everyone in town’s going to want a drink with, the Sox feature one of baseball’s best hurlers and one of its best sluggers — to deconstruct and examine without wasting time with a football team that doesn’t even know what to do with itself.
Until changes are made, I do not claim these people who are attempting football any more. Ask someone like Jay Cutler and he’ll tell you that they’re still trying to figure out what team they want to be, week to week this is the case.
Well, Cutty, let me help you out a little, you’re not my team, you’re not this town’s team, not of us, not from us, not representative. Lets move on from there.
Chicago still has the NFL, but we do not have a football team. We don’t need to wait for one more Sunday night for that hard truth to sink in.
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