Case of the Mondays: Sweet, sweet victory

January 15th, 2007 | Posted by PostmanR

Trust you, trust me. The heart palpations were stronger than a Kyle Orton or Rex Grossman mouth and throat on a bottle of booze. There was general hope and happiness during the first half while Grossman played good enough and the offense looked somewhat sharp.

Then, the fourth quarter hit.

Can we please get a stop on defense? Will anyone tackle Shaun Alexander? Please someone? Can we please, for the love of God, get a first down and get in the endzone? How many chances do we need inside our own territory? Please get a SCORE! Hester scored! Wait, no he didn’t.

Overtime didn’t treat me or E much better.

Fuck, Seattle won the toss. F’n great. Wait, a stop! We got the ball. Some yards. A 49-yard field rests on the hearts of the 12 men inside this family room, staring at the HD screen in front of us, on top of the fireplace. No doubt. We win? We win! We live to see another day, as we swarm each other in celebration. Sweet, sweet jubilation. Sweet, sweet victory!

The Seahawks gave it their best, they really did. A good, solid effort by both squads. The Bears, the supposed Monsters of Midway, came up with some huge third and fourth down stops late in the game. They live for another weekend on Solider Field. The Saints and the whole town of New Orleans will be looking for a victory.

We will be in the same spot, in the same seats, for superstitious purposes (of course), screaming, gesticulating and loving and hating this game of football all over again next Sunday. It’s only proper.

For the record, as the second half began, I said Robbie Gould would win it for the Bears. Just for the record.