Des: Welcome
to another edition of the Chicago Bears football pre-game show. The Bears face
off against the Philadelphia Eagles, another underperforming team with many,
many problems. Will the Bears take this opportunity to slowly build their way
to a 6-10 season? Or will Jay Cutler force the Bears to trade every draft pick
until 2084 for the slim chance of getting Jimmy Garoppolo?
To
answer these and similar questions is our panel of experts: Concord Wainwright
Peabody, Captain Silas Charles “Robotron” Redbeard, Modre, the trans-Western
Guru, the Prissy Minion, Doctor Sally McChesty, Ellie Mae McGillicutty, Drunky
McDumbAss, and the extremely convenient scapegoat for everything bad that has
happened to the Bears, past, present, and future, Marc Trestman.
Redbeard: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRH,
mateys! If this be the second week of the Bears season, then it be time for
Captain Redbeard’s Treasure Map to the Super Bowl! After slaying famed Sumerian
aqua deity Tiamat, and making her ribs the vault of heaven and earth, I stole
the Tablet of Destinies, of which it is said that he who holds the tablet,
rules the universe. Sure, I could use the tablet to wield the power of the
gods, but I choose to merely use it to predict the winners of divisional titles
in the NFL.
Sally: Captain,
that’s no Tablet of Destinies. That’s not even some terrible Android
tablet that they sold at a K-Mart that went out of business six months ago. (But
some misguided hipsters keep showing up there, thinking it’s some sort of kitschy
retro dance club.) That’s just some random wood block that has a sketch of what
appears to be Winnie the Pooh.
Redbeard:
It brings me comfort. But, uh… ARRRRHHHHHHHH! Here be the Treasure Map to the
Super Bowl: In the AFC, I foresee the Patriots, Steelers, Colts, and Chiefs
grinding their opponents to dust beneath their cleated foot, with the Jets and
Bengals emerging as the wild cards. As for the NFC, it could only be the
Eagles, Packers, Falcons, and Seahawks who will lay waste to their divisional
rivals, while the Panthers and Cardinals will do their best to catch up with
wild card placements. How will this all end, you ask? With Donald Trump helming
the Super Bowl halftime show featuring the Green Bay Packers as they defeat the
New England in a game watched by no one.
Sally: A
dystopian vision of things to come, as always, Captain. I think this is the
90th year you have chosen the New England Patriots to go to the Super Bowl. Do
you have some sort of man-crush on the Patriots?
Redbeard:
How dare ye?!? Nay, I just have a special affinity for the pitiless managerial
style of Bill Belichick. Ye know he has some terrible hatred against all mankind
that will never be quenched no matter how many Super Bowl rings he may collect.
Sally:
Last year’s predictions weren’t too bad, Captain. Six of your twelve picks did
make it to the playoffs. You did best with the AFC: Four out of six saw
post-season action, but I would be deeply worried if I were one of your NFC
picks. Last year, three of your four choices to win divisional championships
ended their seasons with a 7-9 record.
Redbeard: Ye
should be worried if you’re any NFC team that’s not named “Packers” or
“Panthers.”
Sally: Coach
Trestman, what lessons can be drawn from your disastrous tenure as the coach of
the Chicago Bears?
Trestman: None
that any coaching staff wishes to learn, mes
petits chous! If we have learned anything from les quantum physiques, it is that you repeat your failures until
they become successes. My keys to defeat could be John Fox’s soufflé of
victory: hollow out the defense, play an excessively conservative offense, and
randomly rearrange your players’ lockers for team-building purposes. The locker
room reshuffling was my greatest achievement. And, non, do not succumb to the urge to make a “deck chairs on the
Titanic” reference.
Sally: What
accent is that? Pepe LePew? Concord Peabody. Put things in a statistical
context.
Concord: The
only “statistical context” I’m thinking about is how much gambling debt I’ll be
in if Donald Trump wins the election. How could Clinton go from having a 90%
chance of winning to 57%? Curse you, Nate Silver!
Ellie:
Howdy, there, pig-nut lovers! I’m just letting the old pickup truck cool down,
doing some heat transfer from the hood to the still that’s boiling up some good
old fashioned mash potato-corn-Monsanto whiskey blindness fuel we’re gonna test
out on the water supply of a Hillary Clinton political rally.
Sally: So…
what are your thoughts about today’s Bears/Eagles game?
Ellie: When
Trump is president, there will be no SAP button on the squawk box during the
football game.
Modre: One
must not forget that Tiamat gave birth to the eleven monsters of Babylonian
legend: Venomous Snake, Great Dragon, Exalted Serpent, Furious Snake, the Hairy
One, Big Weather Beast, Mad Lion, Scorpion Man, Violent Storms, Fish-Man, and
Bull Man… or as I will someday refer to them: the greatest Japanese anime ever!
Sally: Let’s
turn now to our own Scorpion-Bowl Man: Drunky McDumbass.
Drunky: Whoa.
Sally: Sit
back and watch, sports fans, as the Bears face off in a Monday Night Football
game that will determine whether the Eagles win the NFC East division with a
7-9 record or a 6-10 record.
