Des: Welcome to another
edition of the Chicago Bears football pre-game show. The Bears face off against
the Cowboys after a difficult loss to the surprisingly ascendant Philadelphia
Eagles. Just like last year, and most likely the year before that, and the year
before that, and the year before that… stretching back into countless infinity,
the Bears enter Week 3 with their backup quarterback at the helm. Will the
Bears defense take advantage of a rookie quarterback to give a badly depleted
offense a short field? Or will tonight’s Bears game prove to be less compelling
than a Bob Rohrman commercial during the Cubs game, which is also a Sunday
Night game?
To answer these and similar questions is our panel of
experts: Concord Wainwright Peabody, Captain Silas Charles “Mr. Do!” Red-beard,
Modre, the trans-Western guru, the Prissy Minion, Doctor Sally McChesty, Ellie
Mae McGillicutty, former Bears Coach Marc Trestman, and the terrifying night
sweats of Drunky McDumbAss.
Redbeard: ARRRH, mateys! What
be your fixation with 1980s arcade games, Des? Ye lack the hand-eye
coordination to successfully navigate “Pong”, let alone more challenging
consoles, like “Tempest” or “Bowling.” ‘Tis naught but an unsuccessful attempt
to distract me from the plight of the Bears or Trump. Des, ye’ve repeatedly
said to no one in particular, that, if only the Democrats or Republicans had
picked someone besides Clinton or Trump, that person would be running away with
the election by now. Well, I have news for ye, Des: each party could have
randomly chosen anyone and the score would still be 46 to 44, in the same way
that the Bears could throw anyone in at quarterback, and that poor, miserable,
parrot-loving blowfish would find himself with a career ending injury in the
opening drive.
Des: Thank you, Captain.
Before I punt the ball over to Sally LeChesty to take over as master of
ceremonies, let’s check in with the Prissy Minion.
Prissy Minion: Oh, Des. Your pre-game
episodes are a tragicomic relic of the pre-Trump era. Oops, I may have spoken
too soon about things that are in your future, but which, to me, are in the
distant past. 30 years from now, you’re going to start too many sentences with,
“You have to understand, things were very different in the 2010s…”
Des: Are you the 12th
Prissy Minion? My favorite 21st century Prissy is David Tennant, but
the best 20th century Minion was Charles Nelson Reilly. Sally, it’s First
and Ten for you.
Sally: Des, that’s the
clumsiest football handoff since… every Bears game in recent memory. Let's go
live now to the man who is most responsible for burning terrible play calling
into our collective memory cells, former Bears Coach Marc Trestman.
Trestman: Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!
Bonsoir, mon amis. And I can say that
legiti-ment, for this is a game that
takes place under the shroud of darkness, la
nuit dimanche, if you will. After much consultation
with your site-meter, it has not escape mon
gaze piteous that you now have 8 reads this past week that originate from
France, as opposed to 16 from les
Etats-Unis, and two from Russia, for les
raisons inconnues. Apparently, the quickest way to grow an international
audience is through les racisme
stereotypique. Insert obvious Trump reference. Why, I wonder, does not the
Modre work similar magic?
Sally: Thank you, Coach. Would
you welcome a stereotype that both repudiates and validates Trump: Ellie Mae
McGillicutty.
Ellie: Clinton and Trump are
inviting their opponent’s worst enemies to appear in the front row of Monday’s
debate. That sounds like a typical McGillicutty divorce proceeding. Or wedding.
Sally: Sit back and watch,
sports fans, as the Bears face off against the Dallas Cowboys in a game that
will not draw viewers from the Cubs seventh inning stretch performance,
featuring the Wrigley Field Grounds Crew, and/or Jim Belushi’s 90th
appearance.
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