Currently, I live in Charleston, South Carolina, certainly not "Bears country." In fact, the other day on my lunch break I went to this little hot dog place and the guy weaing the Giants hat behind the counter announced my order as the "Grossman Special." Seeing as how I was wearing my Bears hat, I didn't think anything of it, until he passed me the bag and shouted in glee, "Don't drop it! Don't drop it! hahahaha." Had I been drinking, I would of punched the guy.
Our Bears have certainly made some questionable moves (and non-moves) this off-season, and I can't help but be suspicious of their intentions myself. As happy as I am that a guy like Marty Booker is once again a Bear, did we really GAIN anything by that move or was it another band-aid reaction to a situation that required major surgery? Letting Berrian go was a huge mistake, in my opinion. Putting such blind-faith in Hester's ability to fully convert as a WR is a little irresponsible. Who knows, he may shock us again like he's shocked us since he put on the uniform. But I'm still suffering acid reflux from last year's offensive performance.
There's been no effort and no talk about our QB situation, which leads me to believe that Grossman's newly awarded 1 year deal is the Hallas Hall's way of saying, "one more year, then we'll deal with it." I watched every game last year, decked out in Bears blue. I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH IT. I'm sick of watching a team go from Super Bowl to Super ****. History doesn't necessarily HAVE to repeat itself: the legacy of mediocre Bears QB's can come to an end. Coincidental, though, that the Grossman deal happened so closely to Favre's retirement.
Perhaps the defense can return to 2006 form. Perhaps Hallas Hall knows something that I don't. What I do know is I'm sick of burger-counter dudes from NY making fun of the Bears. I'm sick of thinking that any random bloake on the EL can run the Bears better than they can. As much as I'm looking forward to the draft, I'm expecting to be disappointed and full of questions. But I'll fill my gut full of beer and hope for the best, like I do every year.