Bears-Rams: First Quarter Action

For those of you outside the greater Chicago area, please let me be the first and the loudest to disavow Jim Belushi as a beloved Chicagoan. He's an embarrassment of the first order; his career is predicated on getting his name in the credits to confuse the slow-witted into thinking the talented one is alive and kicking.

He's hitched himself to the local sports teams to keep his Q rating up and his positives solid, but it only shows him as an ingratiating hanger-on; if it were Chicago's call, we'd offer him a reality show that forces him to live in an apartment with Cathy Smith until one of them is dead. He'd sign it because he's a whore.

The game so far has the feel of two heavyweight fighters feeling each other out. Unfortunately, those metaphorical fighters are George Foreman and Evander Holyfield.

Update #1: Maybe Michael Vick and Rex Grossman should line up in the same backfield.

As running backs. Or perhaps groundskeepers.

St. Louis fans are still working the D-fence sign; they haven't even received the memo about the Off-fence sign. That's refreshing in a delightfully Midwestern way.

Update #2: A Bears fan in the crowd is sporting the bright orange abomination jersey, #54-style. I'm pretty sure he's married and that his wife is cheating on him as we speak with his best friend. It's deserved.

Grossman makes another wild throw while in the grasp of a defender and is not chided in the least by the announcing crew. "Stood tall." "Avoided the sack." "Can only remember an object exists as long as I can see it."

Why do I enjoy a well-placed punt so? Is it the strategic advantage? The delusion that even a slow white guy like me could do that if I just practiced for a month or two? I just do. I love a 7 second hangtime punt within the 2. (Needless to say, this game has yet to catch fire.)