Chicago Bears: These quarterbacks have made us who we are

Here’s the thing. I want to believe in Ryan Pace. I like a lot of his moves. Trubisky might work out. He has shown some pretty big brass ones when there’s something there to get, like say…Khalil Mack.

But whatever the thinking was behind Mike Glennon ruins whatever confidence you might have in him. I don’t know if it was the fact that Glennon didn’t throw the ball so much as sneeze it, or that he moved like he was running through motor oil, or that he had the calmness under pressure of a coke addict in a Russian nightclub. All of it was just…well, I can’t.

So that’s what got us to Mitch. He doesn’t carry any of this, but we carry all of it to him. So when Bears fans are opening veins after an interception, it’s because they fear the depth of what I just took you through.

And when they’re covered in their own bodily fluids after a performance like last Sunday’s, it’s because we feel we might have escaped this level of hell, if only for just a little bit. That we just might feel the warmth on our skin just once. That maybe the world isn’t just a better-marketed dungeon.

We weren’t like this once, I’m told. But I have no memory of that. This is what was done to us.