DaBearsBlog Packer Week Book Giveaway!

DaBearsBlog Packer Week Book Giveaway!

We were lucky on this end to have been sent a promotional copy of Amazing Tales From the Chicago Bears.  It's not exactly George Plimpton's seminal football text Paper Lion or even Sal Paolantonio's terribly underrated How Football Explains America but it is a fun book full of stories just about every Bears fan I know would enjoy.

So I figured I'd give a copy of the book to one of you rubes.  Since it is tales of the Chicago Bears, I'm going to give the book to the commenter who tells the best Bears watching story down below.  It has to involve you either watching the game on TV, attending the game live or listening to it on the radio.  No random Chicago Bears tales.  This has to involve a ballgame.

Once the comments total gets to 100, I'm choosing.  So get your story in.

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  • In reply to FQD1911:

    Wow, excellent story!

  • In reply to gpldan:

    thank you, sir. i'm a shoe-in for the book.

  • 2006. Monday Night Football. Bears at Arizona. I had a Physics exam that evening, I believe it was on Thermodynamics. It sucked, cuz I knew that this game would be special one way or another. I thought it would be the first Bears blowout that I had ever witnessed, and I didn't want to miss it for the world. Thankfully, the exam location was less than a 3 minute walk from my dorm room. I finished up quickly, as per my usual in Physics, and race back to the dorm to see what's going on. My entire dorm floor was watching the game on various TV screens. I went into a friend's room as I didn't have a TV at the time. A dingy, shitty little unit, might have been 13 inches across.

    I walk in, and the Bears are down 20-0, and it's in the third quarter. I immediately screamed out "WTF is going on here?!?" Learn quickly that Bad Rex reared his ugly head and has tossed a buncha picks and couldn't hold on to the football to save his life. The defense wasn't playing terrible, but it's kinda impossible to stop everything when being spotted at their own 25 yard line on virtually every single drive. This was a bloodbath, gentlemen, and the Bears were getting beaten to within an inch of their lives.

    The floor and I start joking about Rexxy and just can't stop with the bull, watching the two teams trade FGs. Then, Mike Brown happened. Anderson forces the fumble, Brown scoops and scores. Bears only down 23-10, and a ball game breaks out. The entire floor shuts up. I mean, an eerie kind of silence. We all knew something awesome was about to happen, and we were just collectively holding our breath.

    Bears and Cards trade punts. Rexxy tosses another couple of picks. The first drains all of the energy from the room before Lovie, in one of his rare moments of lucidity, challenges and reverses the call to just a pick instead of a pick-six. After the second pick, we started joking that a Rex Grossman interception was about the same as a Brad Maynard punt. Then, 5:11 left in the 4th. Cards are trying to run the clock and prevent the most epic of epic comebacks. Edge takes the handoff and gets stood up at the LoS. Urlacher's arm makes a ripping motion, but I can't see the football b/c of the unnecessarily tiny screen. The next thing I know Peanut is standing with the football in the end zone. The floor erupts at this point, we know shit's going down. it's 23-17, and the Bears have a chance.

    Next drive, Cards are still doing the clock management thing. Leinart misses on a couple of short passes, and I make the comment that the Cards are idiots for not running the football there. The Bears have two timeouts at that point, they should have made us waste them. It's Punt time, which means you know what happens next. Devin Hester. 83 yards untouched. 7 points. I swear, the foundation of the dorm shook at that moment. The guys working the front desk came up and asked what was going on, they weren't football fans. I run outside the room, and everybody's celebrating. I mean EVERYBODY. There were 25 rooms on our floor, 2 people per room, plus guests, so let's say about 70 people in a tiny doom floor where two people could barely pass shoulder-to-shoulder. We were delirious. It couldn't get any better than that.

    But it did.

    Cards drive down, and we're all holding our breath. Leinart is simply picking apart our defense. Even after the insane celebration of the Hester TD, we're silent. Not a sound. You could have heard a feather hit the ground. In fact, that sound might have caused somebody to jump out of their chair in fright. Cards drive down to the Bears 24, and then force the Bears to use a couple timeouts. 0:52 left. Neil Rackers, one of the most reliable kickers in the history of the NFL, comes out to try and steal this game back from 40 yards out. The snap. The hold. The kick. And I know it's a miss from the moment it leaves his foot, even on that tiny TV. I'm the first person up and celebrating.

    By the time I leave my friend's dorm room, half of the dorm is outside in the hallway, stomping and screaming and generally making drunken fools of ourselves. I'm screaming and shouting and jumping up and down like a madman. Another guy picks me up and carries me down the hallway, and I don't really care too much. Keep in mind I'm roughly 5-8, 200+ lbs. And we're celebrating like crazy. It was a bloody madhouse. We didn't think it could get any better than that.

    But it did.

    Denny Green.

    You could not have ASKED for a better send-off than that. We just sat there listening, knowing we were watching an historical meltdown in front of us. "The Bears are who we thought they were." "If ya wanna crown em, then crown their @$$." As soon as it was over, I turned to the other guys and said "You Play To Win The Game." Somebody else said "PLAYOFFS?!?" We all knew exactly what was going on. And we were loving it immensely.

    Oh, and that Physics test I took during the first half? 93/100. DAYUM that was a good night ^_^

  • In 1976, Bob Avellini was given the starting job for the Chicago Bears. He was Rex Grossman in year 3, in his 2nd year. By that I mean, he was reviled by the fan base. I was 7 years old.

    My father was an alcoholic and generally a fuck-up, so my mother pretty much had to do everything. In this case, she assigned my older sister, who was age 22, to take me to a game. It was December 22nd, 1976 - so it was near Christmas of the Bicentennial year. Soldier Field was covered with the 5 point ribbon logo that marked the bicentennial that year. Every time I think about '76, I always think about that stupid logo, it was everywhere.

    Here it is:

    It was the last home game, against the Denver Broncos. It was freezing. We had seats at the goal line. In those days, Soldier Field's north endzone seats were connected to the side seats by essentially a chain walkway, like the kind you might see crossing a chasm in a national park. It swayed in the wind. Did I mention it was cold? It was Chicago cold. I remember having my parka on, yes - it was the kind with the fuzzy liner around the hood. I just bought my son one, he looks exactly like me when I was his age and he's 8 now, and when he puts it on, it's surreal flashback, one of those weird trippy moments in life where you see forward and back in time at the same time.

    I remember crossing this chain walkway, the Chicago wind freezing and biting and killing everything in its path. I remember sitting down on a pine bench, because that's what it was, and some Grabowski's passing liquor around and the distinct smell of Schlitz. Schlitz smells like stale rain water that you took a piss in, and then let a shoe box side of cardboard dissolve in. I guess back then, the Soldier Field security didn't give much of shit what was being passed around in flasks and bottles.

    I sat there, and we watched for awhile. All I remember is the bright blue of the old Bronco helmets, the white on white uniforms and the program that my sister bought me. I paged through it while the game was going on. I remember a ad, Jack Youngblood standing there in his Rams uniform on the page, don't remember what he was selling. Old Spice maybe. I kept my hood up and my head down alot.

    The fans, I remember the fans. Mostly guys who are my age now, yelling and drunk. "Fuck you, Bob!" and "You fucking suck, Bob!". Holy shit, did they hate Avellini. Turns out, I think, maybe all those FUs got to Bob Avellini, who is best known these guys as an old coot turning up in the Tribune for yet another DUI. Maybe he needed a shrink like TomCzak got, but those didn't exist back then. Or, if they did, shows like Bob Newhart stigmatized them well enough to keep jocks away.

    My sister back then worked for a young turk restaurant guy, his name was Rich Melman. She helped manage shifts at his first joynt, called RJ Grunts. Somehow, through connections or whatever - she got us some sort of pass to go down into the tunnel way. I don't really remember how it all transpired. Anyhow, we got down there. Standing there with my blue parka still pulled up, still damn cold, halftime came - the Bears were losing, they eventually lost the game 28-14, anyhow we're near the entrance to the tunnel and the Bears come off the field.

    I remember Noah Jackson, because he was so fucking huge. I remember Mike Hartenstine and some others running past. Then, everybody in the tunnels claps got much louder, everybody sort of leaned forward, and Walter ran past. Iconic in his facemask, the kind of single top and single bottom bar mask that you don't see anymore, his chin strap unbuckled, he ran past and everybody just sort yelled "yeah" or whatever, and I remember thinking "that's the first celebrity I ever saw", I had never seen a group of people just stop and collectively do that before. Not even for Major Daley, who I think I met that same year.

    Later in life, I got some tickets through business to go to a Bears game. Rex Grossman era, couple years ago. My son, I think he was 4. Can't remember even who was playing, Redskins maybe. How ironic. It seemed important to me to get front row seats, so I took the tickets I had and I sold them and went to stub hub and got front row seats, right at the railing. Near the 10. My son had that blue parka, pulled up over his head with the furry lining.

    The boo bird fans were drunk. Grossman did something bad. Again, it's weird because I remember tons of details from that '76 game and only a few from the one a few years ago. It seemed really important to me to close some circle in my mind, to have my kid go and see this, with his dad, maybe because I didn't have one, maybe not. Not sure. Paid big bucks to get that railing, so it was good and visceral and stuck with him long after. Don't know if it will. He asked me the same question, why do they boo at Grossman? Don't we cheer for the Bears?

    "yeah, we're supposed to. They're just being jerks." And I don't know why, but I started to tear up. I can't explain exactly why, there were alot of things swirling around that day. My sister, she died of pancreatic when I was in college. My parents, I was a catholic baby, so they were old back then - long gone. It was just me, and him and the stupid Bears QB that everybody hated. I wondered at that moment if Grossman would be scarred the way Avellini was, if maybe he'd end up a drunk like Bob. Like my dad.

    It all swirled around in my head. It was cold. Chicago cold. The new Soldier Field, it protects you from all the elements, it's like being inside a cereal bowl, the lake's winds no longer howl through the colannades and scar your face. I took my son home, I think the Bears lost the game. I don't know if he had any fun, all he remembers now is the Bears mascot that he got reach down and high-five. I took the program from that day. I think the Old Spice ad had Kurt Warner in it or somebody. I put it in a ziplock bag, next to mine from that Broncos back and put it in my chest of stuff, the stuff he gets when I'm gone. I don't know why, it just seems important to me.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    Wow GP. Wow.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    He remembers man. He remembers all right.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    Kudos, GP. And as well as you wrote that, I'm not talking about the writing. Like Irish says, he remembers.

  • In reply to SC Dave:

    Sweet penship though, beautiful bittersweet memories. The rawness of love in a sometimes very shitty world, the father-son circle, Rex fkn Grossman. Yeah.

    The chest of stuff is a great idea too.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    I was at that Broncos game GP, damn was it fucking cold. Sat about the 15 yard line in the northeast corner of Soldier Field, the perfect seats to catch some wind.

  • In reply to #76 Mongo Murph:

    Craig Morton was the Denver QB, I believe.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    Great story Gp. Thanks for sharing.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    great story about offspring...it resonates deep
    none of my children went after sports
    i do this alone pretty much
    my boy jess and I did do a cubs game in miami during the bartman series....it was a W
    we did our faces blue and white
    wore the blue clown wig......and cheered our hearts out.
    after coming out of my seat on a home run; we were threatened within an inch of our lives by some violent miami rage
    jesse was stunned ...i don't know if i have ever seen fear on his face except for this one time
    he liked the make up and hair part the best.....he was dying it as soon as the school board said go
    the game......... i know he only wanted the W for me and that was all one can ask

  • As of last year, I was living in Omaha, Nebraska. That put me roughly 6 1/2 hours from the closest NFC stadium. I had managed the year prior to get tickets to the preseason game in Denver, driving 8 hours both ways to see Jay debut to a really pissed off Broncos crowd. But that's not the same as a regular season game, naturally.
    So when the chance came up to see the Bears play in Minnesota in a meaningful game, I immediately hit Ebay. Since I am a cheap-ass and was buying tickets for my younger brothers as well, I decided to go with some nosebleeds at the Metrodome. After some research post-purchase, I realize that the reason they are so cheap is because they are Limited View - meaning, there's a damn support column partially obscuring the field from all three seats.
    And then the blizzard hit.
    The Minneapolis metro area was hit with upwards of a foot and a half of snow and temperatures well below zero that froze hot water as it was pumped on to the inflatable roof at the Dome. Everyone has seen the video of the roof collapse, and some remember the rescheduled Giants-Vikings game that was moved to Ford Field.
    For the next week, I waited to find out what was going to happen to the Bears-Vikes game. Was it going to be moved to St. Louis? To Chicago? Would it be in Green Bay?
    Finally, the Friday before the game, it was confirmed by the league office:
    1) The game is going to be outdoors at TCF Stadium, the new home of the Gophers.
    2) First come - first served seating.
    Holy shit.
    My brothers and I met up in the Twin Cities Saturday night. They arrived from downstate IL (after an 11 hour drive to MPLS) with beer, chips, poster board, markers, and DVDs of the 1985 Bears ready to go. We showed up the next day at the Stadium at noon the next day to get in line for our seats, and were probably no less than tenth in line.
    Now, TCF Stadium is a college stadium. That means it is open throughout and not even the concession stands have heat.
    We stood in line for the next seven hours, drinking "warm" cocoa and coffee, bouncing on our toes, and watching snow drift down until more than six more inches of the stuff had fallen on the gathering crowd.
    The plan for letting us all in was obviously still a work in progress, and there were several points when I thought the crowd was going to get rowdy, as security threw out conflicting directions. But when that time came for tickets to be produced and the lines to form, everyone behaved like grown-ups.
    Our nosebleed partially-obstructed seats in the antiseptic Dome had been transformed into first-row, upper-deck, 48 yd line seats in a beautiful brand-new stadium. The view of the field was incredible.
    The next three hours were awesome. I screamed until I couldn't speak as Devin returned a punt for the record-setting TD. I shoved hand warmers over and over again into my shoes as my toes went numb early into the first quarter. I watched #6 throw a bomb to Johnny Knox on 3rd and forever for the go-ahead TD. The Bears clinched the NFC North championship that night, putting their hats on to the dwindling crowd of Vikings fans.
    And of course, I saw the last play of Brett Favre's NFL career.
    I can't leave out that this was the last home game for the Vikings 50th anniversary season. In attendance that night were, other than Randy Moss, I believe, the 50 best players ever in that franchise, many of them Hall of Famers.
    Most Minnesota fans filtered out of the stands early, beaten down by the freezing sleet that had turned the stadium into a giant icicle and soaked through every layer of clothing we had worn. But my brothers and I stayed, chilled and exhausted, waiting for that final second to tick off the clock.
    I didn't know when I bought those $15 tickets on Ebay that I was really hitting the lottery.

  • Here's my story:
    It's 2006. I get married that year in July. Even though my wife already knows full well that being a Bears fan in my house is a requirement, I really don't feel as if she has the fever for the Monsters of the Midway way down deep in her bones like me. We were only able to spend 5 nights 4 days in Northern California for our honeymoon, so I made an executive decision. "Honey" I said. "I think this may be the Bears year. So I'm going to buy the best possible tickets I can find for the home opener against the Lions." Through a total fluke, a guy helped me land some good seats at just a hair over face value. He sends me the tickets with a serious caveat. "These tickets are in the media deck. Those people are there to do their jobs, respect that or you will be sorry." I had no idea how good these seats were when my sweaty hands opened the envelope to find Mike Brown's visage stamped on them. This was a good sign. In 2001 Mike Brown was responsible for the renewal of my undying love for the team and the promise to myself to never ever turn off a Bears game early again.
    I hadn't been to Soldier Field since the remodel and was eager to take it all in early that Sunday. Like we will again this weekend for the Packers game, we stayed with my wife's aunt and uncle in the far western suburban Chicago town of Wheaton. We caught an early Metra and rode the accordion shuttle to the stadium. The early morning rain had settled by the time we got to the stadium gates and the sun had burned off the shallow puddles by the time we stepped foot inside.
    I don't care one iota for people who criticize the new Soldier Field. These people are idiots. The stadium is something meaningful, substantial and singularly beautiful in a world of "me too" architecture and ridiculous corporate named stadiums. My wife and I were in absolute awe of how the gleaming sunshine was duplicated in the meandering vicissitudes of sun that sometime catch your eyes on the metallic bowl almost miraculously nested above and inside those doric columns by the lake.
    So the Bears start the romp early and the Miller Lite flows all around us in our section. The guy who landed the tickets for me wasn't kidding. They don't mess around in the media deck. With Matt Millen directly behind my right shoulder in the coordinator booth and the ugly beating the Lions were taking from word "go" it was inevitable, I guess, that some fans would get stupid. By the time the 3rd quarter was over Matt Millen had seen two naked college racks and heard about every humiliatingly true assessment of his tenure in Detroit from a bunch of drunken and over-exuberant Bears fans. My wife and I on the other hand ended up sharing our own private row in the back of the media deck. The game ends and the fans are all prophetically yelling a back and forth chant of "Super Bears...Super Bowl!" as we walk back to the shuttle for
    the metra ride home.
    A word of advice guys. If you want your lady to learn to love the Bears, see an early season game against a creampuff opponent. The weather will probably be to her liking, the game will probably end in a W and the result will be a true convert to the righteous path.

  • Dec 23, 2007
    I went to Soldier Field to watch my first Bears home game. It was supposed to be cold, so I wore long underwear, jeans and a hoodie - heck I even wore a stocking cap and a jacket. I thought I was set, I was wrong. It was so mind numbingly cold at the game, thank god I went with my Father in Law, who has lots of insulated carhart coveralls and insisted I wear a pear of them, I was still cold. I drank about half of my beer and sat it in the cup holder to stand up and watch a play, after celebrating the blocked punt we sat down and my beer had turned to slush! I had never been so cold but in the end, it was amazing. The game ended up being the last game Favre would play for the Packers against the Bears and the only game so far that Urlacher has returned an INT for a TD.

  • In reply to Urlacher FTW:

    ** God
    ** pair of coveralls... wow

  • Well I have many Bears stories to share. I grew up on the southside of Chicago and have been watching the Bears since I was old enough to crawl over a fumbled nerf in my parents small apartment living room. My older cousin Mike who is 7 years my elder also is a lifetime Bears fan and we grew up together listening to my Dad and Uncle Gus cheer and swear at the Bears game on the small black and white in my Uncles basement..

    My cousin Mike and I were both only children and we always considered each other more like Brothers than cousins. My Uncle Gus was one of the reasons I joined the Marines, he fought in Korea and was one of the toughest men I ever knew. My Cousin Mike was a spitting image of him in both looks and attitude. I moved down to St. Louis in 2001 for a new job opportunity and have lived there ever since but Mike and I stayed close and we’d always get together when I’d visit the family up north or he’d come down and visit us in St. Louis. Either way our conversations would always end up talking about the Bears, Sox, Hawks, Bulls and Cubs in that order. Not so much Cubs other than just laughing about them since we’re southsiders.

    Anyway 2006 was a very tough year on my Cousin. My Uncle Gus died of cancer a few years before, my Aunt Ro, Mike’s Mom, had to put here sister, my Aunt Jo, in a nursing home and Mike ended up losing his job. I know things were tough for that side of the family. My folks had retired and were living in Phoenix and I was down in St. Louis, Mike had to “hold the fort” for a long time. I knew my cousin was down in the dumps and after talking with my Aunt Ro I knew he needed something to pick him up and get his mind off of things.

    2006 was also a great year for our Bears. I would have conversations over the phone with my cousin Mike for literally hours about the Bears and the Defense and Rexy, etc. etc. It was a good distraction for him and every time I’d get off the phone I knew it helped him even if it was just a bit. Well the Bears, as we all know, marched their way to the NFC Championship at home to play the Saints. Of course it was after Katrina so the media was all over N.O. like stink on sh*t and I was hoping the Bears would smash that sentimental crap down once and for all.

    And then it dawned on me, late on Tuesday night, January 16th 2007. I jumped on my computer at 11:15pm and went to Stubhub. I bought 2 tickets in section 336 and called my Cousin Mike. It was late and I think I woke him. “Hey Cous’” I said. “Hey what’s going on? Everything O.K.?” He asked still a little groggy I think. “I know it’s late but what are you doing for the game on Sunday?” He woke up a bit and said. “I don’t know probably go to Fox & the Hound with some friends and watch it on the big screen.” I said “No your not.” “I’m not?” He said. “Nope.” I replied. “Because you’ll be sitting next to me on the 45 yard line at Soldier’s Field watching it in person.” There was a pause and then in his big excited voice (We’re Sicilians so we got some big voices when were excited or pissed.) “YOU SERIOUS!” He booms. “F**KYEAH!” I said. “You in?” My cousin was now fully awake. “YOU’RE SERIOUS? HOLY S**T YES. How much will I owe ya?” He asked. “I got it covered Bro, don’t worry about it. I’ll see ya this weekend.”

    So there we were at the game, after shuffling in and hearing many Saint fans talking smack about how the Saint were going to kill the Bears and how Reggie Bush was going to run for 500 yards, etc, etc. I looked at Mike and said. “Ya know, don’t these guys know to NEVER talk smack BEFORE the game?” He smiled and just shook his head as I went on. “If it starts to snow these f*ckers don’t have a chance…this is BEARS weather.” The day was cold 19 degree I think if I remember right and breezy. The Bears were in the lead but were getting stuffed in the redzone settling for field goals until Jones ran in for a TD. 16- 7 and then “IT” happened during the second half. Reggie Bush catches a pass and runs 88 yerds for a TD…but that was not the “IT” I speak of…no no my friends…the “IT” was when Reggie Bush, being chased down by Brian Urlacher, turned and showed Urlacher the ball with an outstretched arm mocking him and then jumped into the endzone.

    It was the first time and last time I had ever felt, seen, or heard Soldier’s Field dead silent. It was like time stood still and the entire stadium took in a hushed gasp. That was “IT”. It was the turning point of the game. How DARE a rookie mock Urlacher like that! Who the hell does he think he is?? Oh my God, I can hear the Bears fans in my head to this day after that. I looked over to Mike and he looked at me. He had this smug look on his face, the kind of look one gets when they know something and everyone else doesn’t. He says in a half chuckle. “It is on now.”

    Needless to say it was ALL Bears from that point on and it started to snow. We all knew it was over even before the Saints did. I’ll remember that game, the very best Bears game I had the honor to watch, the entire stadium singing "Bear Down Chicago Bears" over and over again. and most of all, I’ll remember the look on my Cousin’s face and how happy that day made him. I would have paid 5 times the cost of those tickets to see him happy. To this day we still talk about that game and how truly magical it was…January 21, 2007...in the snow…at Soldier’s Field…with my Cousin Mike .

  • On Sept. 18th I seen a Bears team that Looked like a Superbowl Team a week before, and I was high of the whole teams jockstrap until the 18th of sunday. That sunday I woke up early and made a pot of chile. I had the thought all morning, "Man if we beat the saints we are gonna be badass this year" But on this Day the 18th of september The Bears were routed and seriously fucked up. I was high in the clouds for a week but now after the 18th asswooping handed to us by the WHO DAT Saints. I am off my cloud and in real time now. How could I be so fucking blind? I feel like the girl who gets dumped after being fucked and then a week later Im back with the same guy, ready to get fucked and dumped all over again. Now we face a familiar foe, an advisary, our arch enemies. How will the Chicaaago Bearsss show up?

  • touching...

  • In reply to MB30SD:

    hee hee

  • Fres! Drop P Manning, Hartley and Colston dude. Wakey wakey. Season started.


  • One more last thing


  • Jeff,

    I'm only 12 posts in and can confidently say that this is the best day I've spent on DBB since discovering it last year. I'm going to a game this weekend and this shit is making it impossible to get any work done.
    I've always known that there were interesting things to read and comment on here. But today I have discovered that there are a few uniquely creative and truly diehard bears fans here as well.
    Thanks blogfather and everyone else for getting me set to yell my guts out this weekend!


  • Amazing stories everyone.

    Good foray post FNG Doshi. Welcome.

    GP... moving story man, and very well written. Honestly, I'm impressed.

  • In reply to MB30SD:

    first foray I meant

  • My favorite game was the time that I went to the hospital to watch Super Bowl XX at St. Little Chillen's Hospital. I was so happy to watch Da Bear's with all the little chillens. When Sir Walter wasn't able to score a touchdown, all the little chillens cried. Jeff, it was the saddest game of my life but it was also the happiest game of my life. Only a heartless man would not acknowledge this was the best story. I promise to donate the prize to the Little Chillens Hospital.

  • In reply to BigDaddy:

    Trac, you are such a softie.

  • In reply to MikeBrownhadaPosse:

    The Baby Jeebus himself shed a tear.

  • Good article about martz by haugh

    ...and why shouldn't angelo get the same treatment David? Isn't four years of the same critical gap not addressed enough?

    Lovie just needs to grow a pair and approve Martz' game plan before hand - and if it's not 50/50 he gets stripped of play calling duties. Angelo doesn't deserve another chance. Fire him after this year no matter what.

    Mike tice as OC, no thanks. New blood please.

  • In reply to MB30SD:

    btw, if you want links to open in a new browser, just hold the shift button down while you click on the link (IE)

  • btw, so far GP has my resounding vote.

  • In reply to MB30SD:

    As in Picasso?

  • In reply to BigDaddy:

    Sure trac.

  • In reply to MB30SD:

    Thanks Mang, Bears-4-Ever story is very good, lots of good stories.

    Jeff, my vote is you pocket the book and don't worry about winners on this thread. This thread isn't a contest.

    The book should go to some kid sometime. You'll probably know him when you meet him. Save some poor NYC kid from having to grow up Giants fan. Save his life.


  • In reply to gpldan:

    wow, looks like a really good movie: http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi2254176793/

  • In reply to MB30SD:

    Patton Oswald is one of those guys for whom the truths in life is more important than the consequences of telling those truths.

    He's the only guy I saw stand up to Jesse Ventura and call Ventura out on never being a Navy Seal. (In case you didn't know, Jesse was never a SEAL). Jesse went apeshit on the radio show (Opie and Anthony) and Oswald literally stood up and dared Jesse to throw a punch.

    Jesse walked out of the interview instead.

    Oswald - dude has balls.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    Dude I watched that movie... it's just depressing!!! Image Waterboy without any humor.
    His stand up on Showtime was good though.. really good.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    His twitter feed is pretty hilarious. He's the best.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    For real? I saw him on TV saying he did BUDS training, does that mean he flunked out trying to be SEAL? Not that there's anything wrong failing to be a SEAL.

  • In reply to IrishSweetness:

    There is if you say you were one and you weren't...and if you talk like a combat vet, but you aren't.

  • We did everything you could possibly do

    Then your everything just isn’t good enough. Resign please.

  • In reply to MB30SD:

    We asked for Moffitt, we begged for Moffit over Paea. Flatbread now rides the 53-man bus if only to save Angelo the embarassment. Maybe that kid can get his legs under him. After Harris, I've come to think of bad knees as the kiss of death. Hampton played out years on shot knees, but you can't do it in today's game anymore.

    Last year, we begged for Asamoah, who is now anchoring a KC line that has to resort to running the ball with a washed-up Thomas Jones and Dexter McCluster. But I bet they will establish the run in games and not ditch it.

    The stories came and went about guys like Dahl, who left the Falcons and now sits on the Rams. Trib stories were that Angelo made inquiries. We outbid the Steelers for Colon and still got rejected. We didn't pay Kreutz what he wanted, but we had the money to do it easily. Now, personally, I still think that was the right move, but Kreutz is starting and right now, I don't think Garza is an upgrade.

  • In reply to MB30SD:

    I just read "resign" as "re-sign".

    Eerie just how similar those two are...

  • So I used to drink.

    Long story short, I'm high-tailing it down a motorway at night, three sheets to the wind and probably on full throttle, on my way to a club. All of a sudden up ahead, gates start to drop down with red lights on them. Not a UFO sighting, there's a train crossing that intersected the motorway. I kid you not - TIT we say ... This Is Thailand. So you don't hit the brakes on a motorbike, it's not a car that neatly skids to a full stop. Hit the brakes, you die. Let's drive down into the median and avoid the cars in front of me, I probably thought - I had a friend behind me, also on a motorcycle and he said 'I flew'. Anyway, I don't remember the next twelve hours, just that I was handed my helmet in hospital (which was neatly cracked in two), had a broken hand, and the tube of skin that was holding my chin onto my skull was pulverised. Stiches are holding my face onto my head. No death, sweet. No solid food for two weeks - the ultimate diet. Cool bar story. Problem was, my beloved Bears were playing the Colts the next day in the super bowl. No satellite TV in the hospital, it's a rural town in the back-arse of Thailand. I explained to the Doctors that I needed to leave the hospital to find a TV showing the game. They explained that wasn't going to happen, saline drips, brain monitoring, severe concussion yada yada yada. No game. Realising I wasn't in prison, I rang a friend and told him to drive around the front of the hospital, pushed my drip outside - ostensibly for a smoke - bailed into his SUV and laid up on his couch for the big game playing doctor by eating painkillers like smarties and washing them down with alcohol, as you do. Because that's the smart thing to do. I do apologise for waking everybody in the house up when Hester ran back the opening kickoff, but I was really, really quiet for the rest of that game .....

    Slept it off, went back to hospital next morning for four days, more in shock from how Peyton Mannning got awarded the MVP than from the accident.

    Listening to the Monday Night Miracle on the internet, running around the house, screaming, about ten in the morning in a quiet neighbourhood, to the point where neighbours come over to see what happened and you can't really speak Thai at that point. Had to be there for that one.

    "Yo ... Grossman ... six turnovers .... and then Hester ... and Urlacher ... and Hester ... the defense .. .and ..."


  • In reply to IrishSweetness:

    Realising I wasn't in prison...

    In Thailand, how long does that take when you wake up on a stretcher? I imagine it could take awhile.

    Because that's the smart thing to do.


  • In reply to gpldan:

    Well who hasn't had THAT happen to them? Sheesh.

  • In reply to IrishSweetness:

    Jesus Irish. This can't be a true story. But I love it anyway.

  • In reply to Jokey:

    I'm sad to say it is. Drinking and driving is fkn stupid and I'm sober three years this month, and I'd like to say I learned my lesson, but I didn't. I kept drinking for two years after that happened. Came home from a New Year's thing a year after that and passed out while I was standing up I guess. I woke up the next day and there was blood all over my sheets. First thing I thought was, did I murder somebody? As you do. Then I saw my pillow was soaked with blood. Looked down on the floor beside my bed (it was tiled) and there's a little head-shaped pool of blood, with little dapples through it. So I check the back of my head and I can almost get my finger into the crack. I didn't even go to the hospital. Went back to bed and got up the next day and went to school like nothing had happened. Still went on drinking for another nine months after that. I was like Bart Simpson electrocuting himself.

    Alcohol is not my friend.

  • In reply to IrishSweetness:

    Multiple. Concussions.

  • This thread is fast becoming the best set of post since the 300+ Haiku fiasco.

  • In reply to EnderWiggin:

    Jeff pimps amazing tales
    book of great Mongo stories
    bloggers posts more fun

  • NFL sends a letter to all the teams. Letter says "don't be bad. Being bad is bad. Be good."

    I'm sure shaping up is right around the corner.


  • I've related most of this story in past postings but that book looks like it needs to find a home next to my copy of Dick Butkus' STOP ACTION.

    Time:November 9, 1969. Place: Wrigley Field.

    The 0-7 Chicago Bears were hosting the 1-6 Pittsburgh Steelers in the game known as THE TERRY BRADSHAW BOWL as the loser, in all likelyhood, would have the inside track for the #1 overall pick in the 1970 draft which was expected to be hotshot, Louisiana Tech Quarterback, Terry Bradshaw.

    This was my third opportunity see the Bears live in Wrigley and I was -0 and 2 having watched them lose to the (L.A.) Rams and get blown out by the (Baltimore) Colts, both in 1967.

    I have 2 brothers but I clearly had the most interest in sports of the 3 of us and would often be the only one accompannying my Dad to the occassional White Sox, Blackhawks or Bear game though that day, my Mom and younger brother were also along.

    Despite their 0-7 record the Bears had only been out of 2 of those first 7 games which included losses by margins of 2, 3, 4 and 6 points including 20-17 in the infamous "Mike Pyle snaps the ball when Jack Concannon is trying to call time and Larry Stallings takes the errant snap and races 62 yards for a TD" game in St. Louis.

    The Steelers had won their opener against the Lions and were looking to break a 6 game losing skid.

    We had box seats along the 3rd base line (and box seats at the Bear game in those days practically had you sitting on one of the team benches) at about the 30 yard line with the field running from the first base dugout to the left field wall.

    If memory serves, at least ONE of the endzones was only 8 and a half yards deep. If you recall, when they played a college game in Wrigley last season, they ran the field from 3rd base side out to right field but then determined that the right field endzone was unsafeup against the wall so all scrimmage plays were run AWAY from that endzone.

    Temporary stands used to be erected in left and center fields for Bear games. There were no nets to keep balls from going into the stands and the scrums for footballs after placekicks were a show unto themselves.

    The Bears' lineup that day included Hall of Famers Dick Butkus and Gale Sayers as well as the ill-fated, Brian Piccolo.

    Today my personal losing streak would end and in Grand fashion as the Bears clicked on all cylinders that cloudy & crisp November afternoon .

    Bobby Douglass hit Brian Piccolo over the middle for a 25 yard TD (the last of his career) in the first quarter and the Bears never looked back. Defensive end, Ed O'Bradovich, sacked Terry Hanratty for a safety and Sayers scored from the 2 to make it 16-0 after the first quarter. A Douglass to Wallace 12 yard hook-up and 2 Mac Percival field goals made it a rout by halftime.

    Butkus joined the scoring with a safety of Dick shiner in the 3rd and Sayers' 2nd TD of the day closed out the Bears' scoring. The Bear Defense was suffocating. 8 sacks. 2 Safeties and the Steelers amassed (?) 86 total yards. A late consolation TD spoiled the shutout.

    What a day! Sayers, Butkus and Piccolo all scored. Gale added 112 yards on the ground en route to the 1969 rushing title. The shutout would have been great but I had my first in-person Bears victory.

    It's still a glorious memory from an otherwise forgettable, and tragic, season from the annals of Chicago Bear history.

  • In reply to Albertintucson:

    Good story. Love to see that day done in a film.

    I have this idea for Jeff. He's a playwright, right?

    Jeff should write a play about the last days of Walter Payton. In the end, Matt Suhey drove Walter around in his car, alot of it was so he could say goodbye to friends. Nobody really knows how things went in that car those days, just as nobody really knows what went on between John and Paul in 1980, when Paul showed up at John's door and they hung out, and almost decided to show up at Saturday Night Live's studio when Lorne Michaels did that skit where he offered them 20 whole dollars to come and play.

    The play would have to reference Piccolo and Sayers. Because what happened there at the end, it was Brian's song in reverse. If done well, it would be right in the dialog between the Walter and Matt characters.

    Tough one to write. I don't know if one can simply appropriate fictional dialog, esp. if one of the people is still alive.
    But I think it a good idea for a play.

  • In reply to gpldan:

    There needs to be a Walter movie, not a 'Jamie Foxx is Walter Payton' effort, but some kind of classy documentary. Or if it was to be fictional, do a 'Looking for Eric' but way better than that.

    I always kind of resented John and George for the way they treated Paul. Paul is cool. He wrote all the positive, beautiful songs in the Beatles, and is a really positive person ... whereas John was a bitter junkie who sucked as a dad.

  • I would donate one of my lungs to step into a time machine to watch that game Albert. It give me shutters just thinking about that. Too bad Ditka was traded or he would have been playing in that game too.

    GP...that would be on of the most awesome football movies of all time. I sat in my living room and cried like a baby when I heard Walter passed away. He meant so much to so many and I don't think any of us realized how much until he was gone. I know Singletary was there when he died as well.

    NFL Network has an upcoming special about Walter's life..."A Life in Football" I think the show is called. They just had Part one of the Belichek story.

  • In reply to Bears-4-Ever:

    Here is the link. Series is called "A Football Life"


  • Great Stories, guys.

    Man, hearing some of you talk about watching bears games among family and other large numbers of die-hard fans makes me think I'm living the wrong life. I love the west coast and wouldn't leave it (except for Colorado), but to grow up a bears fan among bears fans must be truly special. THIS is why I love this blog.

  • The Fog Bowl ! What a great experience to be at that game. Unless you are talking Super Bowl it is the one game every fan knows about. I had a friend who is the son of famous physic Irene Hughes and he had four tickets and asked if I wanted to go. I was in no matter how cold it might be. It was New Years eve of 88. I parked the car in Grant Park and hopped on a shuttle. Making a right turn onto Lake Shore Drive the bus clipped the front of a car next to us. I let out a moan and hollered "owwwww my neck" . Everyone on the bus cracked up, and we started to exit the bus to walk the rest of the way to the stadium as the driver waited for the cops to show. The place was electric, playoff game, Buddy Ryan as the opposing coach, you couldn't ask for better. The Bears were leading in the second quarter and I looked off towards the west and it looked like smoke rolling towards us. Everyone around us was wondering "what the hell is that" As the rolling fog hit the stadium it was like a witches brew in reverse. Instead of the smoke rolling over the top and down the sides of a cauldron, it was seeping over the edges of the stadium and sinking toward the field like some smoke monster on the prowl. By the time the second half started you couldnt see more that 10 yards. The whole stadium started to chant Buuuuuuuuuudy, Buuuuuuuuuuudy, Buuuuuuuuudy. It sounded so eerie with stadium filled with fog. The game started but you couldnt see the progress as the team moved the ball. You could tell though as the cheers followed the ball carrier down the yard lines. Instead of the crowd getting up and doing the wave it was a strange sort of verbal wave with the crowd cheering as a player ran into and out of view. There were only two filed goals kicked in the second half but it had to be the most fun I ever had in a half of football. As we exited the fog filled bowl, we hit the streets without a trace of fog outside the stadium. It's a game I'll never forget, it's a game every fan knows about, and I game I never had more damn fun at.

  • How are you posting links, MB?

  • In reply to Doc Nitty 34:

    I'll tell you for one of the twins.

  • January 7th, 1995. I had just turn 9 years old. My dad took me to see the Bears vs. 49ers @ the 'stick. I wasn't 49er fan, but I still liked and followed the team. I wasn't a Bears Fan, but I definitely didn't hate them. Plus, I had a lot of Bears memorabilia when I was young (my first article of clothing was a William "The Refrigerator" Perry t-shirt) because my dad is from Chicago). I don't remember much from the game. We were maybe towards the front of the upperdeck overhang, at the 20 yard line or so. I just remember 49er possession after 49er possession. The Bears repeatedly backed up in their own endzone, yielding score after score. I didn't understand how one team could possibly be so overmatched by another. The final score read 44-15. Why did the Bears let Young and Rice and Watters do whatever they please? Didn't they too wish to advance to the next round of the playoffs? Were they just some Washington Generals-esqe tomato can, scripted to play the also-ran who offers the futile resistance in a San Francisco storybook run? But then it hit me - No, the Chicago Bears just plain suck.

    Through the years, I would periodically check in on those lovable losers, the Chicago Bears. I'd see guys like Shane Matthews and Rick Mirer lining up behind center. I would chuckle. As a packer fan, I sometimes wondered how hopeless it would feel to watch a fruitless QB carousel go through the motions, year after year, disappointment after disappointment. I had pity.

    Never thought too much about the Bears, which was strange. Probably because I am too young to have ever witnessed any of their success. They were an afterthought. The buccanears, the Vikings.....and even the Lions - those were the rivals I grew to hate. But i'd still check in on the Bears. And every time, i'd discover the same revelation: The Bears. Still. Suck.

    2006. The Bears Defense/Special teams would be allll over the highlight shows. Holy shit, those guys don't suck. I thought the 2006 Bears might go undefeated after about 8 weeks. I was wrong, but they had a strong year. Maybe the Bears don't suck anymore?

    Superbowl 41. I fucking hate peyton manning. I pulled for the Bears. Hard. I thought maybe they could not suck for just one more day. I severely underestimated the dis-ability of Rex Grossman. Peyton played a shitty game, but thanks to an even shittier showing by the Chicago Bears, Peyton won a superbowl. It was as depressing a day as I had ever suffered following the NFL. I should have known....The Bears Still Suck. But now, I am pissed at 'em.

    2007. Favre leads Green Bay to an incredible 4-0 start. He's putting up MVP numbers, and the packers are playoff bound again. The Bears came into town. Led by BRIAN GRIESE. I was as sure as I've ever been about a W. The Bears won that game. I went home and punch a hole in the bathroom wall. Then I went back out, blacked out and got tossed from a downtown bar. The Bears swept Green Bay that year. GB goes 13-3. The Bears? They finish 7-9; They still suck, and now I legitimately hate them.

    2009. I open up espn.com. Jay Cutler (who I like) traded to the Bears. Well, there goes that. Jay Cutler can fuck off. Don't know why he would ask to leave Denver and prefer to rot in Chicago. Oh well, his loss I guess. I wonder if he'll be able to pick that team up? Na, he'll probably just suck. And the Bears? yeah, they'll still suck too.

    Week 1, 2009. Chicago at Green Bay. Cutler throws 4 INTs in a loss. Wow, I figured he would suck, but I didn't anticipate this much suckage. The Bears aren't too shabby as a whole. I mean, yeah, the Bears still suck, but they almost pulled out a victory.

    I didn't follow the Bears too much for the rest of the way, because the division was always down to Minnesota and Green Bay. But I checked them out at the end of the year: 7-9. Yep, the Bears still suck. Cutler? he sucks too.

    2010. The Bears get off to a 3-0 start thanks to a little luck, some overachieving, and some gracious gestures from the officials. I watched their games though, so I knew they still sucked. It seems like the media kind of knows they probably still suck, but they still give them the benefit of the doubt. I wonder what Bears fans think??

    I hop on Da Bears Blog. Wow.......these guys are talking superbowl and shit. Holy moses, these guys don't know that the Bears still suck! I'd better tell them; I'd hate for them to be utterly disappointed, just like I was when they gave peyton a superbowl. I tied to warn these bloggers "you guys, the Bears suck. I know you think that they might be good this year because they are winning games, but after further review, the bears still suck!"

    They won't listen. And the Bears keep winning games. I don't know how they're doing it, but they are, and it's only exacerbating the naivety that's running rampant throughout this "Da Bears Blog". January 23rd, 2011. The Bears have advanced to the NFCCG. The NFCCG! But how did they do it? I mean, they suck! Well yes, they do suck, but they don't suck as much as the Seattle Seahawks, who they had to play at home in order to advance to this game. Well, the Bears and the Packers, what a showdown. One last chance for me to remind these da bears bloggers that the Bears still suck. They still won't listen. The packers win the game. The Bears play like absolute dog doodoo. Cutler? Wow, embarrassing performance. These Da Bears bloggers, the poor Bears fans. They didn't even see it coming. But now, they too have seen the truth. They know it, I know it, and the whole world knows it: The Chicago Bears Still Suck.

    2 Weeks later: The packers win superbowl XLV in glorious fashion while the Chicago Bears and all their fans watch from their couches. Man, if only we didn't suck, they think to themselves.........

  • In reply to thebigcheese:

    So... you're a front-runner then. Makes sense.

  • In reply to thebigcheese:

    So, the truth comes out...

    You're not a Bears fan because you despise your father? With those genes he provided, I would too. Obviously, you have a bit of a temper... Punching walls? Did you picture his face on those walls? Wishing that if he hadn't abandoned you and your goat-mouthed mother you might be able to just hug him, once more... Fully clothed this time?

    Did he hit you, also? Did you inherit none of his hometown loyalty but all of his rage and alcoholism? Don't hold it against us Bears fans... Your dad was a bad man, and I apologize.

    But as a Bears fan, if I knew I'd be raising a piece of shit Packer fan like you, I'd have beat you, too.. and Mom... and disappeared...

    Did this little bit of regression therapy make you feel like he was touching you again... in that "bad way"?

    If only you had fallen asleep that one fateful blacked out night, and choked on your own worthless PBR vomit, we wouldn't be having to read your nonsense to this day... Funny how things work out... God loves drunks.

    I'm here for you,


  • In reply to Who is Willie Gault:

    goat-mouthed mother

    Baaaaaaaahahahahahha... uh... ahem.... hee hee

  • In reply to Who is Willie Gault:

    This is pretty insensitive. And considering that I - fortunately - had a great upbringing, I'm not even the one that you are offending. Lots of people haven't had a great upbringing, however, and they did suffer an abridged version of the nightmare scenarios that you have satirized. Odds are that some people who read this blog have had questionable father figures or experienced abuse. So congratulations on misplacing your irritation.

  • In reply to thebigcheese:

    i believe it was the adjectives that were heavily negative in describing our beloved;
    you had a bit of an attachment in your seed though so i can understand the connection....
    I wonder just 2 more things
    are you this hard during the lean years on the packsters
    and...did your dad ever tend bar at the crystal bowl on turtle lake... that's where i learned contempt for packer fans
    it was just misplaced childish emotion though

  • In reply to thebigcheese:

    no.... actually I felt that that is just the way the forces of nature aligned themselves that year
    it is only man's ignorance that exalts itself, and you my freind are exalted
    I don't care how good your athletes are; there is always the intangible called "the forces of nature"
    and the beautiful thing about the forces
    they move about unconcerned with the small minded desires of the human body
    that is the beauty of the "orb" in all sports
    it is uncorrupted

    I watch for the ride ...the game takes the body on a fantastic trip...
    a trip so energized that it leaves one's body spent if engaged properly...
    but you gotta invest in your team with a blind passion; or the ride becomes like a cheap carnival act that never had value; a real dud.

    you bought real eastate in green bay; we own the the lakefront now.....the ride in each body is still the same... so enjoy it;;;;;but, remember the end result is just mental manipulation........for me it's all about the ride your team gives your body...if your spent at the end you got a good trip.
    opening day ; I was at the top of everest....last week we took the demon drop out of new orleans......wonder what the station master has planned for me this weekend?

  • In reply to huntinbare:

    what in tAr NAtiOns are you talking about?

  • In reply to huntinbare:

    that was awesome

  • Holy Shit mang, Cutler looks and sounds like he died and was revived by paramedics.


  • In reply to Gucci Mang:

    new thread... damn it.

  • GPLDAN wins the book because (1) i adored his story and (2) he went solomon on me with the "not a contest" thing.

    Email me, brother, jeff@dabearsblog.com

  • In reply to Jeff Hughes:

    The book goes in the chest with a photocopy of a printout of Dad's story on this thread. Nice one.

  • but overall, man, i loved this thread. i'm going to start putting you all on the weekend show. i got an idea i'll start executing next week.

  • GPLDAN deserves it. His story reminded me of when My Pop and I would go to the games...GREAT one!

  • what a great place to spend the next few days
    thank you all

    ramana maharshi said...go back the way you came
    on this trip down memory lane; i have discovered the source of distrust for bear leadership......
    maybe therapy is now in order, or breakthrough.....or maybe i was right all along and should never doubted the wisdom of youthful exuberance.....
    By dec.12, 1965, we had already lost our first three games; the first badly, at kiezar stadium. For a child that took sports way too serious, and personal.....it was time for revenge...i took losing as "the end of life as i knew it";for about a week.
    my parents knew that this was my world; so the butcher scored tickets from his 2nd job at the restaurant; and headed down to wrigley; from the s.w. burbs.
    The day was cold enough to see your breath, and it chilled a body to the bone; i knew my dad was sacrificing by his gestures, as he climbed further into the double breasted trench coat. For me it was just getting good, I wasn't satisfied until the waterhole froze on the ninth hole; and the puck got dropped.
    wrigley's field was like a girl on her first date, wet and sloppy; but still very cold. I was stunned that two years ago we won the championship; and then we layed an egg in '64; going 5-9.
    Now this. We were 0-3, the field is as miserable as my chances for revenge on the 49ers; the only hope was that the defense would pull this one out in a low scoring affair. I was learning that sports is never a fair mistress. She will lay your team to waste, and just when you think she will smile on you; she sets you up just to knock you down again.
    Every thing was wrong; we got caught in traffic...another bad omen...then we had to park on the the other side of illinois, because of the traffic. My whole body was shaking...as we step out of the car my dad stopped to talk to these kids.....i am coming unglued....then he reaches into his coat and pulls out his roll and peels of a few bills hands them to boys and catches up.....he noticed the condition I was in and told me,"you gotta duke 'em"......i never understood this concept till i saw the guy in the car behind us one night walk away from the kids.....after the game, his windshield was shattered.....i thought ; you gotta duke 'em.
    the walk to wrigley was painfully slow; the butcher was working on a leg and foot re-arranged by combat fire. Why me. my first game ever and I am already behind. As we pushed through the turnstyle I could hear the crowd erupt; something was happening and i wasn't there...sh-t....I ran, ahead, then realized I didn't know where the hell I was....the butcher was in his element...he grew up the poorest; in the italian ghetto, street savy... me i was out of my element in a world i never knew; and for the first time it hit me.... i was small; no.... real small....I was niave at 2 months shy of thirteen.. i realized the only places i felt comfortable were at home, school, and the playing field;;;; despite all my bravado, I pulled up in panic.
    I was behind the I beams supporting the upper deck as we weaved our way around the bony knees. On our way to our seats; is when he caught the pass.
    i was every knee cause; I couldn't take my eyes off my first professional field sighting; and the pristine white uniforms stood out against the dull background of the slopp.....everyone stood up,; i pushed my way between two bodies...struggling for a view.

    chicago was running the second play of the game and on
    2nd and 10; from their own 20....the bears overloaded the left side against the 49rs....
    rudy bukich took the snap and tossed a screen pass to gale sayers. It seemed as though everyone had a shot at him....the bodies around me were jumping and turning with every move sayers made... i was getting bumped up against my dad pretty hard...this was great....80 magical yards later i saw my first live bear TD
    We got to our seats and the bears got the ball back;....they moved it to the 49rs, 21 yard line........sayers took a pitch out, bukich had great form, and sprinted toward a goal line meeting with jimmy johnson...johnson had the angle and was about to unload on gale at the three.....he barely layed a hand on him as sayers leaped over him for the score.
    Sayers 3rd score; a 7 yard sweep, put the bears up 27-13. The first half was amazing; this new kid sayers was amazing; where was he the first 2 games? Cryptically; I heard later that Halas hated using rookies.
    In the 3rd qtr. his 4th score came, again on a pitch out; he was sprung by blocks from mike ditka, flanker and broadcaster, johnny morris; and don't forget guard, "Battling Bob" Wetoska. After 50 yards the defenders were scattered on the field tasting the muddy terra firma of a mangy, wet field.
    late in the period sayers scored his fifth TD on a one yard dive.

    there has been talk that some of the players were talking up the record of ernie nevers of the chicago cardinals; on the sidelines by now...
    i knew it because back then I was a stats geek... to hell with the other stuff in life.....i was the kid who could cite chapter and verse....the only thing i couln't figure out was how good fortune had changed so quickly on such a miserable day...In my life; up to this point; nothing on this scale was ever live.
    Early in the fourth sayers fielded a punt at the 18, and tangoed his way to the 50 ; where .he was asked to dance by the punter tommie davis, and when sayers cut to make the only defender left miss, gale slipped and went down...

    I felt what it was like to be deflated back into my seat for the first time....But, deja vu; you beautiful re-occurance; came knocking on our door
    Sayers caught a punt on his 15; and fifteen seconds later, 85 yards later; and multiple misses later; he tied the record....this is where everything glorious took the crossroad to h-ll

    sayers was benched and the second stringers were strutting there stuff....Despite the chant "WE WANT SAYERS" .......As I was experiencing my first act of civil disobedience, Bob Arnett ran one in from the 2 yard line...final score bears 61-----49ers 20.

    george halas left the comet on the bench, gripped by the fear that his newfound franchise meal ticket would become damaged goods.

    after long reflection; realizing two of my favorite bears have been denied rightful glory at the goal line by management types....
    i am sure no further therapy will be needed
    first lessons are usually the deepest cuts;;;; but they produce profound wisdom

  • In reply to huntinbare:

    a few more thoughts on my first live bear experience
    I carried my contempt for halas on my sleeve
    as a child i could not understand, as an adult I still can't
    when gale did go down I wanted to find that man and scream in his face... what a mistake
    I felt this same way when walter did not brak the plane in the super bowl
    some statistical data mined from my research for this poor old resin stained mind

    Gale sayers only played 68 games
    equivalent to 4 ----16 game seasons
    he had 56 touchdowns
    9,435 all purpose yards
    thats 140 yards per game
    fantadsy numbers for consistent success

    on December 12,1965; sayers went for the cycle....scoring 3 different ways.....4 rushing, 1 recieving, 1 return ...that only happened 6 times by the end of his carreer....he did it 3 times
    on December 12, 1965; sayers had 336 all purpose yards on 14 touches
    9 carries for 113
    2 pass receptions for 89
    3 punt returns for 134

    in his rookie season gale sayers played 12 games ....had 2,272 all purpose yards.....scored 22 touchdowns....averaging 2 TDs a game and 189 APYds.

    on December 12, 1965....Rudy Bukich was 17-33....for 401 yards

    on december 12, 1965...mike ditka said, when asked if the field conditions affected sayers....."Yeah the mud affected the kid.....
    if it had been dry out there he would've scored 10 touchdowns"
    Llater,Bill Cosby said this about sayers:
    "He is the man who splits himself in half; and leaves the half without the football with the tackler."

  • It's 4 years ago, I'm in Amsterdam for a bachelor party of a close friend from childhood. It's late November and we've been watching Bears games together all season without missing a single game, and we weren't about to start now! It's late Sunday night, and after devouring fat steaks at an Argentinian grill house our posse sets about finding a sports bar. They don't have any sports bars exactly, but after a bit of running around we find a cafe (of which Amsterdam is littered with many) that sports several TVs and a satellite connection to SkySports -- the British ESPN equivalent. Perfect.

    The game? The Denver Broncos were visiting our boys for an afternoon game, and Todd Sauerbrun has been shit-talking all week leading up to the game and making no secret of the fact they planned to kick it to Hester and try to shut him down. So we were pumped to watch this game, even with their playoff chances hanging by a thread.

    We gather up our crew and commandeer a couple tables in a prime location, and discover that there are other Bears fans in the tables around us. There's another small contingent of Americans on vacation, plus to our surprise some Europeans who've adopted the Bears as their own. One of the things I love about being a Bears fan is that no matter where you go -- whether a city in the US or abroad -- you find other Bears fans who are passionate about their team!

    Now I need to add a note about our posse. While most of us were Bears fans, one of us was a lifelong Packers man. This is one of the things about making friends in a new city, sometimes they turn out to be Packers fans -- but he is cool. And when he is with us, he gets into Bears games like we do.

    While looking for the place we'd seen that the other QB facing Rex-like scrutiny (aka the "other" Manning) had a brutal 4-pick day at the hands of the Vikings, so this added extra drama (to us anyway) for Rex to have an opportunity to shine.

    There's something special about watching any game with friends while overseas. Maybe it's just the extra effort you go through to even watch the game, or the people you meet along the way. But it's extra special when it's in the middle of an epic bachelor party (amongst other crazy stories, later that night we'd finagle our way into table service at a nightclub and 3 bottles of celebratory Dom courtesy of (we suspect) the Russian mafia -- I shit you not).

    I don't think I need to remind you, but that was an epic game for an epic trip. Every huge Bears play erupted in cheers as fans spanning continents joined together to watch our 4-6 Bears played a beautiful game to keep their playoff hopes alive -- whether Hester's PR TD, his KR TD, Tillman's punt block, the Adrian Peterson TD scrum (still one of the best plays of all time), the last second 4th down heroics by Rex and Berrian on an unbelievable play over Champ Bailey, or the OT game-winning kick from Good as Gould. We went out that night on a virtual high after that game...

    There are many other games that were memorable, had great stories attached to them, or were special to me for how they brought me closer to some people. But this one was one that also really impressed upon me what it means to be a Bears fan. That you are joining a worldwide fraternity who look to the Bears as something more than just a game. It's a beautiful thing, and for this group any game can be magical.

    BTW, the bachelor's wife is now a Bears fan too.

  • In reply to Michael L:

    Amster-damaged. Ah, what a town. Been there three times but I'd love to get back sometime.

    I nearly forgot .. I was at a Bears' game, but it was not exactly a memorable experience ... sadly. More like throwing a lit cigarette into a toilet bowl. Pre-season. Dublin, Ireland. Pittsburgh Steelers. The year of our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Ninety yada yada. Small crowd, big stadium, no atmosphere. I was the only one in the vicinity shouting and we got our asses kicked - that's all I remember. The person I brought along wasn't really a football fan. Pfft.

  • isn't it funny I was late too the first game and late to the contest
    I just read who won and I absolutley concur...it was a great read.
    But i had fun writing; I saw the thread this morning; but got caught up in reading the thread from last night. I was on when, i thought some latant voodoo curse had shut us down; then i was mesmorized by the activity of information that went over my head.

    who the h-ll are you people

  • hey irish if you read this.... i left you a rant on the last thread after you pulled yourself back from political ejaculation...
    tell me what you think about lawyers

    economic evolution is rendering my trade pre-historic
    I can't wait to live in a world where the legal community gets burried by the sands of time

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