By Andrew Golden and Carl Mohrbacher
Blue: Reports are that Jay Cutler both knew his name and found his way to the plane after Sunday night’s game. That and the fact that the defense looked tough for three-fourths of the game are about the only positives that can be found from the Bears 17-3 ass-whupping at the hands of the New York Giants. The offensive line didn’t get off the bus, which made the passing attack as non-existent as the run game, which not only didn’t get off the bus but doesn’t appear to believe it has to get on the bus to get to the game. Ever. But I’m here to drink the Blue Kool-Aid of Bear love, so this might be a very quick installment.
However, before I get to the positives, I have to ask a small question: Did Jerry Angelo not realize – and does he still not realize – that no matter how fast you get the ball out of the quarterback’s hands, he does need to have a few seconds with which to work as he looks for a receiver?
When he was on his feet, as opposed to on his ass or back, Cutler either couldn’t find an open receiver or was waiting to be pummeled and inwardly bracing himself for the next hit. Never before did you feel so much like the quarterback’s inner clock was tuned to “oh shit oh shit oh shit!” instead of knowing that he had to get the ball out about three seconds ago.
Posted on October 6, 2010