My Friends,

Woe.

There isn’t much else to say, is there?

Jay Cutler looked like Rex Grossman in lifts.

The offensive line got pushed around like they were on skates.

Nathan Vasher couldn’t cover an anthill with his foot.

Patrick Mannelly takes it upon himself to call for a fake punt on his own half of the field while his team is defending a lead in the fourth quarter.

Wide receivers that looked like bumper cars at a cheap neighborhood carnival. The only pattern they seemed to know was the one we used to call, “You go long?when we were kids playing in the street.

Brian Urlacher gone for the year with a wrist injury while Pisa Tinoisamoa could miss a month or more with a strained knee ligament.

Derrick Brooks?name is being tossed around as a possible reinforcement for the battered linebacker corp, but if this is another one of those signings of an aging player Lovie Smith knows from his previous coaching life, I’d hand Jerry Angelo some tape of Orlando Pace last night, tell him to lose the nostalgia and play Jamar Williams. If Smith won’t give Williams a shot, I have to wonder what the point has been of having him on the roster for the last four years.

The sad part is, for as embarrassing as last night’s loss was, the game was there for the taking. Aaron Rodgers got the crap beat out of him by Adewale Ogunleye, and that’s going to continue for gb until their right tackle catches up the speed of the NFL game.

Instead, The Skinny is in flames.

And Pittsburgh’s next. Time to right the ship, boys. You know what they say about 0-2 teams.

LBF

9/14/2009