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.