A Sense of Where You Aren’t
A Sense of Where You Aren’t
Give Thanks, Get Lost
November 20, 2022
The End of The Thing That Wasn’t
Falcons 27, Bears 24
The Chicago Bears had nothing better to do on Sunday and so they went down to Georgia to take on the Atlanta Falcons and, for what felt like the nine billionth week in a row, but really it was just the fourth, they made enough dents in the scoreboard to drum up a bit of excitement but, ultimately, took another deep step into Loserland.
27-24, Falcons. Those fat, dumb Falcons.
The Bears are now 3-8 and have not won a game since before Halloween. And they might not win another game before next Halloween. Or any Halloween, ever.
This is why the Bears lost yet again. Come here, listen closely. They stink.
The Bears lost to a bad team just like they did last week against the Detroit Lions. These were the games the Bears were supposed to win. These were the days we were going to get fat on before Thanksgiving. These were the days that were supposed to be the days we’d look back upon and say those were the days. Or the beginning of the days.
Blah.
Bears quarterback Justin Fields did more of his Justin Fields kind of thing: 153 yards passing, one touchdown, one interception, 85 yards rushing, one score and it’s never enough. And he got hurt, injuring his left shoulder on the Bears’ last possession.
If Fields is seriously hurt and misses a few games the Bears will become less fun than a fart and more boring than church.
Next up, a trip to New York to face the Jets who, like the Bears, were supposed to be bad this year but, unlike the Bears, didn’t keep their promises and, at 6-4, are actually kind of good.
The Bears, though, are true to their word, a one-man show limping into Thanksgiving thinking of bountiful harvests of drafts, free agents, and fantastic football things to come next year. Or maybe the next life. Or maybe never at all. --TK
Sunday, November 20, 2022