The temptation to use this post for nothing but all-caps swear words is pervasive, but a) I’m not allowed to really swear at MPS blog, and b) Ryan would probably make me re-write the post if I did, so forget I even mentioned it. Ah-ha! Now there’s a theme for the Bears 37-3 drubbing at the hands of the Packers yesterday. Actually, that’s a theme for the whole season: Forget I Even Mentioned It.

The entire year rooting for this Bears team has seemed like a farce, like it was only a matter of time before they were exposed as the mediocre-to-bad outfit they are. Yesterday was that day. They weren’t exactly dealt an even deck — an injured Kyle Orton struggled to move the ball, and anytime you play the Packers in Lambeau it’s a tough get — but those deficiencies alone can’t explain a 37-3 loss. 37-3!

Sigh. At one point, Ryan messaged me on the Gmails and said he thought, um, you know, this seems weird to say Eamonn, but maybe, just maybe, they should bring in Rex Grossman, right? … and I was initially offended. Rex Grossman? Really? But he was right. Kyle Orton was not in playing shape yesterday. Not only was he a sitting duck stuck behind a porous Bears offensive line, but even on simple throws his leg seemed to be bothering him. Grossman is horrible, but he’s better than a hobbled Orton.

I think so, anyway. I don’t know anything about these Bears except that they’re nowhere near as good as they gave themselves credit for after Week 1, or even Week 3. They are as bad as we all thought before that Colts win. We’ve been hiding from that fact for a few weeks, but it’s time to face up now. Embrace the sad new reality.

Or not. You could choose to forget it ever happened. This method comes highly recommended. I already forgot I wrote this, and I’m not even drunk. Yet.