Now we know. He can play in this league. He can play in big moments.
He made mistakes — brutal ones — but he stayed aggressive.
And I’ll take that every single time over a timid quarterback who curls into a ball when the lights come on.
This Is Where the Game Was Won — And Lost
If you told me before the game that:
Puka Nacua and Davante Adams would both be held under 100 yards
We’d outgain the number one offense in the league
Caleb wouldn’t get sacked once
The offensive line would stonewall that Rams front
We’d outgain them in total offense
I’d say, “Okay… so how did we win?”
And that’s the sting.
Because we didn’t lie down. We didn’t fold. We didn’t do the usual Bears thing.
Did we lose? Yes. Did we lie down like Chris Conte? Absolutely the fuck not.
Defense Showed Up. Period.
The defense answered the call.
They kept the Rams' passing offense out of the end zone. They gave us a chance. They kept us in the game when things started wobbling.
Brisker had the game of his career.
Now — does he need to play like that all the time? Yes. One great game doesn’t buy a lifetime pass.
But credit where it’s due.
Where It Slipped
The interceptions were brutal. The dropped passes were brutal. The missed opportunities were brutal.
And yeah, Ben Johnson got aggressive — maybe too aggressive.
Sometimes you take the points. Sometimes you live to fight another drive.
But I also get it.
You’re playing the number one offense in the league. You blink, they hang seven on you.
At the end of the day, it turned into chess.
And Sean McVay made two more moves than we did.
That’s it. That’s the difference.
This Is the Part That Matters Most
I’ve suffered decades of shit football.
Decades of screaming. Decades of ripping my shirt off for the wrong reasons. Decades of impromptu hangovers. Decades of Malcolm X–level tirades that made absolutely no difference.
I never thought I’d see a glimpse of freedom.
But this season gave me one.
It didn’t end the way I wanted. But with Ben Johnson in the mix — and the McCaskeys miraculously not fucking this up yet — I can finally say something I haven’t said in a long time:
I’m looking forward to next season.
With actual joy.
What Comes Next (And This Is Where It Gets Interesting)
The offseason is coming.
And Ben Johnson? He’s going to put his foot directly to ass.
A lot of guys are about to be shown the door. A lot of contracts are expiring. A lot of tough conversations are coming.
