Des: Welcome to another
edition of the Chicago Bears football pre-game show. The new coaching staff of
the Bears face a true baptism of fire against their legendary arch-nemesis the
Green Bay Packers. Will Chicago’s return to its defensive roots bear fruit? Or
will “Coach Career Killer” Cutler rack up record-breaking passing statistics
that somehow translate into an 0-16 season and a new position as third string
quarterback of the Los Angeles Whatever?
To answer these and similar questions is our panel of
experts: Concord Wainwright Peabody, Captain Silas Charles “Murder Minnow” Red-beard,
Modre, the trans-Western guru, the Prissy Minion, Doctor Sally McChesty, Ellie
Mae McGillicutty, and the vertiginous insights of Drunky McDumbAss.
Redbeard: ARRRH, mateys! Much
as the land-lubbing Babylonian deity Marduk slew aqua-lord Tiamat in a battle
that symbolized Babylonian mastery over irrigation, so shall the Bears
eventually dominate the NFC North in an imperceptibly slow building process
that one day results in the Packers waking up to find themselves under the
cleated foot of a Chicago defender… which will result in a 10 yard penalty for
the Bears and an automatic first down for the Packers. But I digress.
The Bears will go 7-9 this year, defeating the Raiders,
Buccaneers, Rams, 49ers, plus the Vikings twice, and also whatever the
Washington team is shamed into calling themselves. Unfortunately, the Bears
will struggle mightily against the Cardinals, Seahawks, Chiefs, Lions, Chargers,
Broncos, and 49ers. The Bears will defeat the Packers today, but Green Bay will
unleash a terrible vengeance on Thanksgiving!
Des: Captain, I noticed that the
Bears badly fell short of your expectations last year. You foresaw an 11-5
season, but the Bears walked away with a 5-11 record.
Redbeard: Aye. I hope to pull
off a similar mirror effect with me predictions this year, but I couldn’t go
all in like USA Today and predict a
3-13 season. No one should lose to the Vikings this year!
Des: Concord
Peabody . What
are your thoughts?
Concord: Des, I’ve
constructed a scatter gram of Bears scores when they play their first Packers
game under a new coach. It was a straightforward regular bar graph until Drunky
McDumbass spilled a pitcher of Dos Equis beer on my laptop.
Drunky: I’m the world’s most
interesting… whoa, I just knocked over my carefully constructed beer-a-mid that
I built during my one semester of college in 1986…I’ll get back to you later,
troops. End transmission.
Des: Modre. It’s your turn
to… render the English language irrelevant.
Modre: While your next
President Donald Cornelius Trump fancies himself a true original American, he
is walking a path already trod by “he who wanders with random naked posturings
like the legendary silver mandrake”
Des: Which means what,
exactly?
Modre: Bears win 20-17 in a
nail biter.
Des: The bottle is pointing
at you, Prissy.
Prissy: Don’t toy with my
emotions, Des. Your Bears blog posts possess a certain “Beauty Behind the Madness”,
but unlike the deliberately misspelled “The Weeknd” album of the same title,
your work is not a direct rip-off of Michael Jackson.
Des: Only if you don’t read
them too closely, Prissy. Ellie Mae McGillicutty?
Ellie Mae: I just finished
reading a fascinating alt history book about what would happen if the Civil War
were fought with zombies. And I know what you’re thinking, Des, you horribly
racist, Confedero-phobic jerk, “The South won because we’ve got no brains!”
Actually, we lost because our high cholesterol made us irresistible. From the
chitlins. And the corn bread. And the cornpone. And the craw-daddy crawfish
taco MacNuggets. And also the slave revolts.
Des: “Confedero-phobe.” Nice
one.
Des: Sally McChesty: Conclude
this with a five sentence paragraph summarizing the three major points with a
dramatic, memorable statement at the end.
Sally: What is this, Des, a
sixth grade language arts class? Sure, why not, I’ll give you that which you
should never request: In conclusion, Captain Redbeard’s Musical Bears Blog of
Cut and Pastery delivers the following: First, Captain Redbeard references a
dead religion to make a football prediction that’s doomed to failure. Second, Concord
Peabody makes an obscure math reference that is not salvaged by the alcoholic
stumblings of Drunky McDumbAss. Additionally, Modre tries to shock us with
something all of us have pretty much resigned ourselves to. Thirdly, Prissy
Minion tries too hard to praise Des by bashing pop culture. Finally, Ellie Mae
dips into the greasy, familiar well of smug, northern, pseudo-cosmopolitan
superiority. Overall, this is the worst application of what some, without any
trace of self-irony, call “The Common Core of Comedy.” Did you like my
excessive overuse of transition words? Because I died inside with each
utterance!
Des: Mmm, pastries!
Sally: No! You will not save
yourself with a Simpsons reference. Everyone who watches that show now is older
than all the major characters, including Grandpa Simpson and especially Monty
Burns!
Des: And like Saturday Night
Live before me, this blog will abruptly stop with cued tepid applause in the
background.
