Two Words. Grated. Cheese.
Bears 22, Packers 16
Let me start here, because this matters.
For decades, being a Bears fan meant pain.
The loud kind.
The shirt-off, pacing-around-the-room, yelling-at-the-TV kind.
You know that feeling.
We all do.
This game felt different.
Not because it was perfect.
Not because everything clicked.
But because it made sense.
And that’s new.
This season is new.
Nothing like what we’ve lived through for years.
When the RPO showed up, so did the fear
Before the game turned—
before the script flipped—
Jordan Love had already been sent to Asgard by the Bears defense.
Not politely.
Not gradually.
Just boom — problem handled.
That’s when confidence crept in.
That’s when it felt like the Bears might actually control this thing.
Then Love went out.
And that’s when the fear started.
When Malik Willis came in and the Packers leaned hard into the RPO, the Bears started getting pushed back.
One play at a time.
Chunk gains.
The defense reacting instead of dictating.
That’s when it felt familiar.
That’s when it felt like the Bears were getting outcoached.
I’ve seen that movie before.
It usually ends with the Bears gasping for air and the game quietly slipping away.
This time, it didn’t.
Coaching. Matters.
Say it slowly.
Coaching.
Fucking.
Matters.
This is the part people still don’t want to admit.
Ben Johnson is the real deal.
Now you understand why Tom Brady, the Raiders, and the Commanders were courting him so hard.
He puts players in positions that don’t feel chaotic.
There’s rhythm.
There’s intention.
There’s… calm.
That calm used to be foreign around here.
Talent is real. Accuracy still matters.
Let’s be honest without being assholes.
Caleb Williams has elite arm talent.
No debate.
And that throw to DJ Moore to end the game?
Fucking ILL.
But accuracy?
That’s the final boss.
If that catches up — even a little — this thing gets dangerous fast.
And no, that doesn’t mean perfection.
It means making the easy shit look easy.
That’s how real runs start.
LaFleur pushed. The Bears didn’t fold.
I won’t lie.
Matt LaFleur had the Bears on their heels for a stretch.
The Packers punched.
The Bears bent.
That’s usually where the wheels come off.
They didn’t.
And when the Packers defense — led by Jeff Hafley — started to feel like it might take over?
Yeah. I was scared too.
That guy is a menace.
Someone in the AFC, do us all a favor and fucking hire him already.
Get him out of this division.
Please.
DJ Moore. That dude.
Let’s talk about DJ.
Phenomenal talent.
Zero bullshit.
He reminds me — not in talent, but in vibe — of Don Mattingly.
Losing seasons.
Bad quarterbacks.
Still shows up.
Plays hard.
Doesn’t bitch.
Even when everything around him is on fire.
This dude survived the worst of it.
And now?
He gets the winning touchdown.
He gets the postseason.
He gets his moment.
And that shit matters.
And if he gets his moment in the playoffs like Donnie Baseball once did
We might witness something special.
The bigger picture (yeah, I said it weeks ago)
I said it then, and I’ll say it again.
Split with Green Bay.
Get to the Niners.
See what happens.
Now here we are.
The San Francisco 49ers aren’t fucking around.
Brock Purdy looks as sharp as he ever has.
This is real football now.
And if Caleb keeps stacking the small things —
the footwork,
the reads,
the timing —
then yeah…
maybe the BIG thing starts creeping into view.
Why this win felt like a holiday gift
Sorry for the late post.
But.
Between work.
The holidays.
Wrapping gifts.
And nursing the hangover from one of the best Bears wins in the last decade…
This game felt like a blessing.
Not because it erased the past.
But because it hinted at a future that doesn’t feel stupid.
And for Bears fans?
That’s everything.
Something has shifted
I used to rip my shirt off in frustration.
Now?
I’m doing it after wins.
That’s progress.
On to the Bay.
Happy holidays to your people!
Bear the fuck down.
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