Shades of '85...

Be afraid. Be very afraid. I know I am. The Chicago Bears are for real, and they will reclaim that which has alluded them for some 20 years -- the NFC Championship trophy, which, coincidently, is named after George Halas, who, along with Vince Lombardi, pretty much created the sport of football. For the second week in a row, I've been thinking that the Bears need to dial it back a bit, if only to keep people watching (how much of a blowout can one viewer handle?). First, they destroyed the current NFC Champion Seattle Seahawks on national TV two Sundays ago. The game was over by halftime cuz the Bears had delivered such a decisive thrashing of the 'hawks. Then, yesterday, I almost had to turn away from the screen on account of the holy pain the Bears brought down upon the Buffalo Bills. I don't have any other way to describe my utter joy and awe that the Bears have an offense that is exceptionally good. It's always been the missing link, a good offense, and now that they have one, there is no stopping them.

Sure, it's only five games into the season. Other teams will emerge as serious contenders for the NFC title in the coming weeks. But right now, these Monsters of the Midway are on a mission from God. Yeah, that's a Blues Brothers reference, and yeah the Blues Brothers are a wholly Chicagoan creation. And right now, in football, Chicago is where it's at, and where it's going to be this NFL season. All I need is a polish sausage and an Old Style, and I'm home. Fuck yeah, bitches. Fuck yeah.