2 days Ago
E ver get the feeling the world is laughing at you? Ever have the suspicion there's a "Kick Me" sign attached to the belt loop above your butt? Ever conclude that Lucy has pulled the football away again, causing a somersault-producing whiff, and that your doctors are refusing to rule out spinal-fusion surgery? At some point Sunday night, it occurred to me this is what being a Bears fan must feel like. It's the recurring sense that, no matter what you do and no matter whom the team has on the roster, the story is going to end up with the quarterback running for his life, thanks to an offensive line that can't pick up a blitz. Or block, for that matter.
Watching Caleb Williams under almost constant attack from the Texans was like watching Justin Fields under almost constant attack when he was with the Bears — the way one quarterback or another has been under almost constant attack with this franchise. Watching Sunday's 19-13 loss had to give Bears fans a sick feeling, a familiar one that says, "Apparently we're not allowed to have an offense that works." It's very, very early.
Two games into the season. Too soon to say the sky has fallen again. But still.
Chicago has seen this so many times that you can't blame fans for thinking quarterback karma and its steel-toed boots are back to kick the crap out of them. That's what Sunday looked like. Different quarterback.
Different offensive line. Same nonsense. When a quarterback is sacked seven times and hit 11 other times, as Williams was, the chances of injury go up dramatically.
After...
Rick Morrissey.
