I Question The Bears Players' Heart; So I Have Some Questions

“I’m a Loser
And I’m not what I appear to be…”
--John Lennon of the Beatles, 1965.

Let me begin by stating that I love the Chicago Bears. It is one of the truly fine things I look forward to watching, week in and week out.

I own the 1985 season on DVD. I also own 1986 and most games since 1988.

That stated, what I saw tonight was a pure mess.

I am now decompressing with an Erdinger Octoberfest Weizen beer. Other than seeing Jen, this is the best thing I have enjoyed this evening.

The Bear game, on the other hand, was a complete debacle.

This team has no Heart. They cannot readjust to problems within the game. Since I question their heart, I have some heartfelt questions.

Some questions for Ron Turner to begin:
Why let a rookie who has never touched the ball, run on a third and one play for a touchdown?

Why do you only throw the ball to Hester?

Why do you have a job? Seriously. Do us a favor if you cannot answer the question and quit, with a little pride still intact.

Some questions for Bob Babich and the Defense:
Do you guys know how to tackle?

Tillman, why in the world did you turn in and ignore Berrian streaking past you?

Why is Hillenmeyer not starting?

When is Tommie Harris going to show us why he has earned 10 million a year?

Why don’t you guys pick up a real safety?

Do you know what a sack is against a team that has won more than three games?

Who still thinks Dusty is good?

Some questions for the offense?
Orton, do you understand that your players wear either Blue or white? Purple is not on your team.

Can we run somewheres besides straight up the middle?

Why not play Adrian Peterson more? He has more heart than anyone else.

Why don’t we have a receiver besides a tight end?

Why did we let Berrian, Bradley, and Mohamed go?

Who said Davis can catch?

Are we going to finally draft a healthy offensive lineman so when we let St. Clair go (nice guy by the way—nothing personal) or have St. Clair as a back-up, the new player can block?

Who told Lloyd he could catch?

Why is Booker here and not on the geriatric squad? I think he is older than my brother.

And lastly questions for Lovie:
Do you have any courage? You seem to play not to lose instead of playing to win.

Do you understand that players who make millions can handle being chewed out when they suck. By the way, sharpen your teeth, as you have a lot of chewing to do.

Don’t you think Babich and Turner can ruin other teams and should be fired?

Would you show some emotions on the sidelines? Anything? Huh? Please, just look pissed once in a while.

Next Week:
Next week, the Bears will play the Jags. Somehow, after watching this game and the Green Bay game, I think the Bears are the real “jags.”

The Bears New Defensive Scheme: Let's Lie To The Public

“You must sleep in the stinking bed that you made.
When you're down where you belong hear what they say.

Stay for a while, stay forever.
Sing for the times you are bound to betray.

Run for your life, run forever,
Your eyes tell a lie and the liar must always die.”

--Sonata Arctica from the song 8th Commandment, from the LP Ecliptica, 2002.

Good Lord.

Last week was the worst pounding I have ever seen the Bears suffer.

I mean it; the worst. They could do nothing, they could stop nothing, and they seem to have nothing of a clue.

Bears Head Coach Lovie Smith, here is a thought DO SOMETHING.

Make some noise. Show some emotion. Get Pissed. Beg, borrow, plead, act—just do something—ANYTHING! And, I thank you if you do.

This week Lance Briggs said (now this is after ten weeks of football) that this is the time. To quote Sir Lance “We don’t point the finger, but let’s start holding teams. Let’s start putting it out there that we’ve had enough and we’re ready to make a stand. That’s kind of where we are. You back yourself into a wall, and we’ve done that, and now you’ve got to start fighting back.”

Yeah, OK. Where were you against Tampa, against the Titans, against the Panthers? Hell, where in the world were you last freaking week? NOW your back is to the wall? NOW?

Oh please, Lance. The Defense has been crap since last season. Still they rewarded you, Tommie (No Show) Harris, Brian (Does He Even Play Anymore?) Urlacher, Charles (Call Me Toast) Tillman, and Nathan (I’m Even Toastier) Vasher.

Big contracts and little production; there is the real problem for the Bears.

Add to that, the players justify their lack of productivity by lying.

This week they will play the even more inept St.Louis Rams and they should overpower them and receive a shot in the arm; but the fans know the truth—it is really just a shot in the ass, because we will stand and cheer and become trapped by the possible logic and the stacked numbers that the Bears will be 11 and 5 and make the playoffs.

So before the illusion rears its ugly head, and trust me—I hope I eat these words, the Bears will win two more games this season and wallow in their own self-pity, worthless bravado, and serious lack of urgency. Briggs, Urlacher, Tillman and company will have their riches, and the fans (just like every Bears Defensive back) will be burned at the end.

Liberal-Minded Bullying

“'Cos years have passed and things have changed;

And I move anyway I wanna go!

I'll never forget the feeling I got,

When I heard that you were home!

An' I'll never forget the smile on my face;

'Cos I knew where you would be!

An' if you're in the Crowd tonight,

Have a drink on me,

But go easy... Step lightly... Stay free...”

--Mick Jones, Joe Strummer of the Clash from the song “Stay Free.”

When I was younger, I, like many who read this, was teased.

I had very buck teeth from sucking my thumb for six years and the kids called me “Bucky.”

It took me a bit longer to “get over” my fear of falling off of my bike, and the kids made a song as they harmonized, “Eric Sweetwood, take off the training wheels… 1-2-3-4… Eric Sweetwood take off the training wheels.”

I had acne and was called Pizza face.

People made fun of my knobby knees, long-ish hair, and braces to correct the afore-mentioned buck teeth.

And now the name calling has changed even further:

I was shunned as I was pronounced that I am a “liberal.”

Let’s see, in our current society, a liberal does not thump a Bible and play “holier-than-thou.”

A liberal today seems open to all races.

A liberal does not judge a person’s sexuality.

A liberal does try to tell a person, particularly a female, as to what she can or cannot do to her body in the choices she makes.

A liberal is more often than not more educated and does not fear Devils and Boogie-men or other myths.

A liberal believes in making a profit, but understands that some people have misfortune and may need assistance due to circumstances beyond control.

A liberal believes there should be a reason to go to war and risk the security of America in the political scene.

And as a liberal, I refuse to accept stupidity, prejudice, bullying, and sanctimonious attitudes. I will no longer hide my intellect and I will work for the betterment of ALL people in our society rather than a select few.

The difference between my past and the bullying I took compared to now is that in the past, I had no choice about teeth, acne, knees, and fears.

Now I choose to be the name of ridicule.

So if you wish to use words like liberal or radical when you have disdain as you describe me, please remember that:

You may not be as intelligent as me;

You may consider yourself more cruel than me;

You probably act with more prejudice than me;

You seem to want to regulate what people do to their own bodies more than I do;

You wish to not question a war predicated on a falsehood;

You often wish to control others through fear;

And you often times deny freewill as you cherry pick phrases from a book of philosophy and apply those ideas as you see fit—ignoring what you may do.

Tread lightly when you spew your ignorance because in the words of Pete Townshend of the Who “We're not gonna take it; Never did and never will; We're not gonna take it;Gonna break it, gonna shake it; let's forget it better still!”