I and every other Bears fan have become used to this cycle. Twice in eight years and seven times in my lifetime. There is supposed to be a routine. Your team is leaking information in the morning. Later in the day, you hear of a press conference. Either your GM gets up there and lets some goop escape from his mouth about why he fired the jackass or the one he was stuck with. The GM was even worse at talking to the press than he was, and he said even more incomprehensible shit about why he was firing both the coach and the GM. The reason is almost always, "We suck ass, and we would like to not suck ass anymore." Except in Miami.
Even if you think your ownership is delusional, bewildered, or backward, there is still a chance that the McCaskey family will be in the red. There is always a list of hot coordinators or big fish who have been out of the game for a while and are on TV.
It's possible that an ownership group with their shoelaces tied together for decades could just land on one. They fall down all the time, so they will fall onto the right person.
You want to believe that anyone can look at successful organizations around the league and just pick someone from one of them and tell them to do that here.
The Ricketts family is one of the larger collections of cornpone dummards you can find.
Even if we call it blind optimism or hope, it's enough to live on. Every other NFL team gets it right at some point, and some of them are owned and run by giblets who drown in the rain that just happen to have a lot of money.
It should carry all the way to training camp, because really, what the fuck do we know until we see the field? There is some time left before the draft or free agency, but you can't make it until late July.
We don't understand that now.
There was a surprise when it was announced that Ryan Pace and Matt Nagy would be walking out of the building. There were rumors for the past few weeks that the team would promote him to the position of President of Football, and that he would be kept as the team's Director of Player Personnel. All of this was done because we knew that ownership loved him and that he went to church with them.
But he got his papers. Maybe, just maybe, they were seeing what we all saw, which is a team that has mud in its tires, engine, gearbox, and everywhere else that causes it to sound like an elephant dying of dysentery every time it gets up and running.
George McCaskey got behind the mic to explain his rationale. Sports owners who don't hog the spotlight because they think every thought they have is a gift to the world tend to never speak because they don't think we're entitled to it. McCaskey doesn't like talking to the press.
I don't know if a press conference affects a candidate's desire for the job. If they have worked in the NFL for a while, you can bet they have worked for a blithering doofus somewhere along the line. The Bears are fucked if it does.
McCaskey used Jeff Dickerson's son as an excuse to admonish the entire fandom for a couple of dozen high school kids taunting Nagy's kids. He called the former player a liar. He told us that Bill Polian, who was out of the league for 10 years and didn't think Lamar Jackson could play quarterback, would have a major voice in hiring a GM. The structure of the Bears won't change, other than a GM will report directly to McCaskey instead of Ted Phillps. McCaskey said that he is not qualified to make football decisions, so it is great that someone will be reporting to him. He told us thatownership is happy to have him continue as president. His mother is three days older than water.
We know that cleaning house is the basis for most football hope, but we hope the Bears can find the right people by accident. They fucked it up at the final hurdle in the past. They could have hired Bruce Arians. They got a guy named Marc. Dave McGinnis would have been the OC before Mike Martz got to St. Louis. The league cracked Martz's code before we got him. They made fake press conferences and announced hirings before they were official.
We can not hope for change. We hope for the best. The emphasis is on dumb.
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