The Cheese Didn’t Stink, The Bears Did
Packers 31, Bears 7
Overlook was packed. Bears fans everywhere. Great crowd, great energy, and everybody ready for this fucking game.
I offered my seat to a woman who was standing nearby. Later, after Bagent threw another interception, she’d had enough.
“This fucking guy. I’m out.”
And she left.
I laughed because, honestly, what was I going to say? Sit down, you’re about to miss something special?
I stayed until the end. She probably had a better afternoon.
That was the Bears on Sunday. A room full of people ready to believe, watching a team give them every reason to leave.
And the part that pissed me off most? This wasn’t just TB17 having a terrible game. Ben Johnson got outcoached, the secondary got cooked, and an expensive defensive front left me asking the same question I’ve been asking since the beginning of the season:
Who the fuck is going to get to the quarterback?
Ben, help your quarterback
I thought Ben was going to have a plan for TB17. He didn’t have shit.
Instead, from the first drive, TB17 looked like he was trying to beat Green Bay on every throw.
His feet were rushing. His decisions were rushing. Watching him, it felt like his brain was screaming, Packers, Packers, Packers, while the actual play was happening in front of him.
Jonathan Gannon’s defense had him looking overwhelmed. Give Green Bay credit. Their plan worked.
But Ben, you’re allowed to adjust.
During one of those endless TV breaks, I wanted somebody to sit Bagent down and tell him: Bro, breathe. The game isn’t over. Make the simple throw. Take what’s there. We don’t need you to win the whole fucking rivalry before halftime.
I don’t know what was said on the sideline. I know I didn’t see a quarterback getting more comfortable as the game went on.
That first quarter felt like the longest first quarter in NFL history. The first quarter of pain.
By halftime, I wanted a hockey timeout. Somebody get John Tortorella in that locker room and let him go nuclear.
Yet somehow, after all that shit, we were only down 14–7. Swift finished a long touchdown drive, and we still had a chance.
That’s where I needed Ben to take control.
Settle the offense. Find something Bagent can complete. Give him a reason to trust the next play.
Instead, we came out of halftime and watched the game get away from us.
Bro, where the fuck is Colston Loveland?
I kept asking this all afternoon.
Where is Loveland?
Watching those crossing routes, I kept seeing chances to get him involved. With Bagent struggling to settle down, why wasn’t getting the ball to a big target over the middle a bigger part of the answer?
Loveland finished with two catches for 19 yards. He made a fourth-down catch, but it sure as hell didn’t feel like we were building anything around him.
You took him tenth overall. Use him.
You have Kmet. You have Loveland. You spent another draft pick on Sam Roush. If you’re going to put three tight ends out there, can one of them catch a fucking pass?
Otherwise, put three more linemen in. At least everybody knows why they’re there.
When I watch Detroit, I expect them to find ways to involve their playmakers. That’s what I want here, especially when the quarterback is struggling.
And the running game? That was supposed to help him, too.
The Bears ran the ball, but they couldn’t get it going consistently enough to settle this offense: 81 yards on 24 carries.
Swift helped get us back into the game. Then I’m watching Roschon Johnson get carries while we’re trying to claw our way back, and I’m losing my mind.
Bro, I need somebody who can move the pile. Watching Roschon, I felt like he couldn’t push a fucking pen off a desk.
Bagent was struggling, and everything around him seemed to make his afternoon harder.
My move would’ve been simple: give him the opening series of the third quarter. If he still looks lost, go to Keenum while there’s a game left to save.
Ben eventually made the change at 31–7. By then, we were asking Case to rescue a game that had already gone to shit.
Rome, you got your flowers. Now catch the ball.
I gave Rome his credit against the Jets. He earned it.
But that doesn’t buy him a free pass against Green Bay.
When Bagent finally puts a catchable ball out there, you have to help him. Watching another chance hit the ground made me want to throw something.
Fucking ninth overall, bro.
I expect you to make a difficult catch when this offense desperately needs one. I expect you to hold onto the ball when we’re trying to keep a drive alive. That fourth-quarter fumble was another kick in the ass on an afternoon already full of them.
Ben has a responsibility to get Rome involved. Rome has a responsibility to deliver when the opportunity comes.
And let’s not forget Santos’ missed kick.
We weren’t asking him to erase the whole disaster. Just make the 43-yarder and give us something to work with.
Wide left.
Come on, man.
The deep ball fucking killed us
While the offense was trying to find a pulse, the defense kept letting Green Bay throw over its head.
Watson. Golden. Another receiver running free. Another Bears defender chasing.
Watson finished with 143 receiving yards and two touchdowns. Golden added 123. That’s a miserable afternoon for a secondary.
The play after halftime really sent me over the edge.
Green Bay had a touchdown wiped out by a penalty. Third-and-22. You’ve been handed a chance to get off the field.
Then Watson scores from 53 yards out on the very next snap.
Third. And. Fucking. Twenty-two.
That’s where somebody has to make a play. The rush has to get there, or the coverage has to hold up. We got neither.
Watching Woods’ eyes in the backfield, watching Stevenson struggle, watching Johnson in coverage—I had no confidence that the next deep throw would end any differently.
I questioned Jaylon in my first podcast, and Sunday did nothing to ease those concerns. I need him playing like the corner this team is paying for.
And nobody gets to put the entire mess on one safety or one corner. The front and the secondary are supposed to help each other. Sunday, they looked like they’d never met.
We were getting pushed around at the point of attack and beaten over the top.
It felt like Green Bay was throwing us out of a fucking bar.
All that money. Where’s the pressure?
Austin Booker deserves his credit.
He sacked Love on back-to-back plays before halftime. He showed up.
But where was everybody else?
Look at the approximate 2026 cap hits: $25.1 million for Montez Sweat, $18.9 million for Grady Jarrett, and $13.5 million for Dayo Odeyingbo.
That’s roughly $57.5 million tied up in three defensive linemen. Add Jaylon Johnson’s $24.5 million, and there’s a hell of a lot invested in this group.
And Sunday, we had fuck-all to show for it.
For that money, I need more than Booker making me feel like somebody came to work.
I said at the beginning of the season that I didn’t trust the interior pressure. I still don’t see the disruptive tackle who forces an offense to deal with him every week.
If nobody is getting into the backfield, your linebackers have to keep cleaning up. Over a long season, against better opponents, that worries the shit out of me.
And I’m not celebrating the run defense just because the rushing total looks manageable. Green Bay didn’t need to keep pounding the ball when the big throws were there.
Now people want to talk about trading picks for Khalil Mack or Maxx Crosby.
Bro, before we spend more, can we figure out why the guys already getting paid aren’t giving us enough?
One more name doesn’t answer every question on this roster.
Ryan Poles, there’s nowhere to hide.
This is where my frustration keeps landing.
Ryan Poles.
He picked these players. He spent this money. He built this roster.
At some point, the results have to justify it.
I’m tired of watching this actress GM act like he’s got everything figured out. I want the football decisions to work when the opponent hits back.
You ever watch Star Trek? Captain Kirk has people on that bridge who will tell him when something won’t work.
Somebody has to be willing to have that conversation in Chicago.
We need pressure. We need depth. We need draft picks turning into players who help us win these games.
Later Sunday, while watching Seattle and San Francisco go at each other, I kept thinking about how many players those teams could lean on. That’s what I want the Bears building toward.
Sunday made me question how much we have beyond the names everybody likes talking about.
Caleb returning could help the offense. I hope he comes back healthy.
But he could walk out there in a fucking Iron Man suit and still wouldn’t fix the pass rush or cover Christian Watson.
Those problems belong to the rest of the team.
Take this shit to Atlanta
There was plenty of talking before Green Bay. Memes, rivalry noise, everybody wound up.
Then Matt LaFleur’s team came out ready, and ours spent the afternoon trying to catch up.
That’s what hurts. We had every reason to be ready for this game.
Now it’s Atlanta.
Bijan Robinson is another problem to solve, and I want to see how this defense handles him and the talent around him.
Ben has to get this offense settled. The defense has to finish third downs. The players we drafted and paid have to give us a reason to trust them.
I loved being at Overlook. Packed room, Bears fans everywhere, people who care enough to spend their Sunday riding through all of this together.
We did our part.
I’m still thinking about that woman getting up and leaving. No speech. No breakdown of the defensive line. Just, “This fucking guy. I’m out.”
She saw enough.
I stayed. I’ll be watching Atlanta, too.
But somebody on this team needs to give us a fucking reason to stay in our seats.
See you in ATL.
And pray.
We're waiting…
