The Ohio State University has done it again!
I have an admission to make: I’m a diehard Bears fan and I’m not proud of it.
Ever since Jay Cutler was ripping cigs and slinging the rock, I have loved the Bears from Chicago. I have resigned myself to seasons of disappointment with glimpses of what could be.
This off-season has been one for the books, though. It was such the rollercoaster that it had me ready to fly to Chicago and punch Matt Nagy in the face one minute and then name my next daughter Ditka the next.
Last season was a letdown – in saying that, it’s been like this for a long time.
Like when they got Khalil Mack and everyone said “this is the year” and then it sucked. Or the time we took Mitch Trubinsky before Patrick Mahomes in the draft and again, everyone said “this is the year” and it sucked.
The off-season started and it seemed like every team was making great moves but the Bears. We needed a quarterback and we needed one now.
Nick Foles came in last season (for reasons unknown) and looked like he was trying to get benched. I can’t completely blame him because Nagy can’t call plays, so he was never going to succeed.
There were trade rumours galore (Russell Wilson for all our picks) and quarterbacks getting swapped left right and centre (Stafford and Goff) but the Bears sat back and watched it all happening.
Then they dropped a bombshell and announced Andy Dalton as the new starting quarterback; I nearly threw up at work when I saw it on my phone.
Andy Dalton?! The Red Rifle, 007, the Flaming Hot Cheeto (I made that last one up)?
How does that make sense?
Matt Nagy is an idiot.
I don’t hold any ill will towards AD14 (made up nickname to make him seem cooler) – he’s probably a nice guy but he just doesn’t throw a football very well.
I took it in my stride and tried to rationalise it while I chewed on Quick-Eze and drank milk for the rest of the day. Maybe we’ll get the number one pick next year, maybe I could watch soccer or maybe they become the first team to trade a head coach.
Finally, the draft rolled around and I sat there and watched, wondering how the Bears could destroy me any further with their terrible selections.
Then it happened: the tune played and Roger Goddell announced the Giants had traded the 11th pick to the Bears for… whatever; who cares? We are getting a quarterback!
I didn’t jump off my couch straight away because I knew I was about to get screwed again and Matt Nagy and co. would end up taking some unknown QB from coastal Carolina, so I sat there waiting, patiently. I was ready to book flights all over again.
Roger then waddled to the podium past his weird, gross leather La-Z-Boy and finally announced: “With the 11th pick in the 2021 draft, the Chicago Bears select Justin Fields, quarterback, Ohio State.”
And to that, I yelled: “The Bears are back, baby! I love you, Matt Nagy!”