Dear Chicago Bears,
Fuck you. Fuck you
so hard many times over. With as many times as you shot yourselves squarely in the nuts, that game should have been completely lopsided against you with no chance that you were even in it at all. Dipshit penalties, stupid throws, idiotic fumbles, inane coaching, this game had it all. You showed your true colors out there today, and it can now be known throughout the country that you absolutely fucking suck.
Dear offensive line,
Fuck you the most. You got your ass handed to you while the Falcons were playing the prevent on a motherfucking
three-man rush. Let me spell that out: Three down linemen charging, and you collapsed like the fucking French and fed Cutler to them. And then on fourth and one, Pace decided it would be a perfect time to have a nice senile faint, make the most blatant hold I've seen in a long time, and cost you the only chance to win a game you shouldn't even have been in anymore, with all the stupid, dipshitted plays you had. You fuckers are the reason Forte can't find a hole anywhere. And you're
still getting shoved into him at the line of scrimmage. Are you aware that, as the offensive line, you're allowed to
push back? God,
fuck you. Die in a fire, you goddamn gutless fucking assholes.
Actually, no. I want you to spend the rest of the coming week personally sewing your jerseys onto your replacements.
Then die in a fire.
Dear Cutler,
Stop throwing picks. I believe in you and I think you'd be lighting up the charts if you had an offensive line that was at least marginally firmer than cooked macaroni, but you need to pull your head out of your ass and stop airing it out to no one in particular.
Dear Forte,
You're doing shit-all right now, but I don't blame you. Not entirely, anyway. You're running behind a bunch of dipshits. But two consecutive fumbles inside the red zone? That won't do, my friend, that just won't do.
Dear coaching staff,
Instead of doing inane bullshit like trying to confuse people and moving your people out of position
why don't you work on fucking covering someone? ANYONE! ANYONE AT ALL! Grab the Fleischmann's-swilling hobo outside the stadium and pay him to run routes against your God-awful secondary. Do it! Make that your whole practice, in fact! Just "Here, you see this guy? Fucking cover him and keep the ball out of his hands" for 10 hours a fucking day. Then on Thursday, run a scrimmage and use what you see in it to fix all the gaping flaws in your scheme. Or better yet, scrap it all together and hire someone who knows what the fuck they're doing. Exhume Jim Johnson from his grave or urn or wherever he is and prop it up on the sideline and he could still call a better defense than you stupid motherfuckers.
Dear Ron Turner,
As always, get fucked and die. You are fucked, you are fucking this offense and I have come to believe that you truly were birthed from the loins of the Dark Lord himself. A pass to the fullback on first and goal from the 1? Really? Garrett Wolfe up the gut? There is no excuse for what you do or who you are. Go suck on a tailpipe, wrestle a tiger, go borrow a gun from a friend and eat it, drink a gallon of booze and die from alcohol poisoning, stick your head in an oven, jump in the river, I don't care. The sooner your horrific and foul being can be removed from the game of football, the better it is for all of us.
Hugs and kisses,
Tim