The Bears D is the stoutest, stiffest thing this side of Ron Jeremy's early films. Or that's what we’ve been told. It sure didn't look like it last week when Shaun Alexander gashed them straight up the middle again and again. Without Tommie Harris the Bears just haven't been as good. Feint in one direction and then run straight at Urlacher, that's the Saints game plan in a nutshell. The Saints have plenty of weapons and if they can move the ball on first down, they will get up to all kinds of mischief. (I think we can safely say that Drew Brees was the best free agent signing last year)
Rex Grossman has been the most maligned QB since…well, Kyle Orton. His problem, I think, is that the criticism gets to him and he tries too hard. As a result he puts himself in situations he can't get himself out of and he loses crispness in his delivery and decision-making. I don't think he's that bad. But he will be on Sunday. And as the 'choke' collar comes off of Peyton Manning, I think it will be firmly affixed to Rex. The Bears overall problem is they can't wait to blame everything on the QB, they ride down on the one guy that ought to ease up on. That D will get even better next year and the cries of Rex's incompetence will get louder and louder.
That's right: not only do the Bears lose this game, they lose their souls and descend into the quagmire of searching for the right QB as their vaunted D crumbles around them. Today they look like Tony Dungy's Buccaneers, tomorrow Matt Millen's Lions. (Ouch!) Saints 24-17.
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