Bowl of Chilly

Going into Sunday's decisive game at Soldier Field, you have to admit, you were nervous because you had no idea what Minnesota Vikings was going to show up that day. And, our new "punky QB" tends to be a little schizophrenic himself and the Bears well, aren't that good. But the Vikes play the "two-face" role better than Aaron Eckhart in The Dark Knight and left us guessing whether the aging, injured collection of Norse warriors (vikings, get it?) plagued by the constant futility surrounding their inept, moron of a head coach team would show up. Or, perhaps the uber talented, explosive purple people eaters motivated by their collective aversion for their moron of a head coach would show up and beat the Bears by 10 points behind a QB that mirrored Burt Reynolds' character in The Longest Yard. Turns out, the Vikings couldn't rally around the tactlessness that has come to define Brad Childress, who has now established himself to be only one small peg above the whale that is former Cowboys coach Wade Phillips.

In the end, the Bears are 6-3 and 3-0 in the division. And even if those three wins are due to loopholes in the NFL's rule book, Monday Night Miracles and Billy Heywood-like coaching maneuvers, we'll take em. Yesterday's game at Soldier Field marked the first time this season in which the Bears actually performed to the level of play that their record would indicate(with the exception of the Packers game on MNF, but I'm convinced that Monday night game was somehow touched by the hand of god because he was offended by Clay Matthews' haircut). On Sunday, Cutler was tame in the pocket, delicately performing his "fairy dance" backpedal to perfection, then whizzing the ball around the field to his undersized receiving core. (Unrelated: the Bears top 3 receiver's #'s are 13,23 and 19. Shouldn't that signal the notion that you need to trade/draft/sign a real receiver? Whatever) Devin Hester proved his worth once again as one of the most dangerous weapons in the National Football League, and for that we can only thank Brad Childress, who consistently elected to punt to Hester and let him permeate through his special teams defense like they were armless amputees.

Every time the Vikings slipped further away from getting a much needed W, the cause always trickled back to the bearded bonehead in the headset on the Vikings sideline. When Favre frantically scrambled around the pocket like his clothes were on fire, only to carelessly toss a pick into the Bears secondary, you knew Favre was making whimsical decisions in spite of Chilly, and thus Brad, not Brett, was the man to blame. When Fox panned their cameras over to the Vikings sideline to show Percy Harvin, B squared, and Sid Rice all leisurely relaxing with assorted injuries, Childress was the man to blame for cutting loose the best deep threat of the past 20 years two weeks prior. I'm sure Randy Moss' "take the ball deep, take the top off the defense" soundbite was echoing in the collective ears of Minnesota. After all, you can't expect for Favre to successfully sling lasers to guys whose last names are one consonant removal away from translating into the Spanish word for 'yellow' and the largest city in the Texas panhandle (Greg Camarillo). On a cold, windy, November Sunday in Chicago, the Bears wanted nothing more than a big bowl "Chilly" to keep them both warm, and atop the NFC's North division. Although brad Childress is still on the Vikings payroll, he may want to start applying to be Tony Kornheiser's replacement on PTI so the sports world never has to sit through a half-hour of Dan Lebatard, or Bob Ryan ever again.

As for Pick of the Day, the Pulse Man has reached the 30 win plateau relatively quickly and can only thank his lack of a girlfriend for that result. For tonight, the Pulse Man actually likes the T-Wolves covering the 9.5 points they are getting in Charlotte. Kevin Love did have 30 and 30 last week, hopefully ESPN does a 30for 30 about it.

Pick of the Day: Minnesota (+9.5) @ Charlotte- T-WOLVES (-105)

Record:(30-23-0)

Now I'm done. Rack me

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