If You Stay, The McCaskeys Will Destroy You

That's what Vikings head coach Kevin O'Connell probably whispered to Caleb Williams as he walked off the field after the Bears' latest shitbox.

Vikings 30, Bears 27 (OT)

Yes, the Bears fought hard. Yes, Caleb Williams showed flashes of brilliance. BUT THEY FUCKING STILL LOST! But none of that matters when the foundation of this franchise is rotting from the inside out. The McCaskeys are the problem. They have been for decades, and until they either sell the team or hire actual football geniuses to run things, nothing will change. Nothing.

This game? A microcosm of the madness.

A Tale of Two Teams. On one side, you had Caleb Williams slinging it against a tough Minnesota defense. The kid has moxie. He's got talent. He spread the ball around well—DJ Moore, Cole Kmet, Keenan Allen, Odunze, Swift, and Roschon. It was fun to watch. Once again, the offense had rhythm, and Thomas Brown called a creative game. Caleb looked confident, poised, and—dare I say—like the real deal.

But on the other side? The usual Bears horseshit: penalties, sideline confusion, and that defense. Oh my God, that porous fucking defense.

Eberlose's unit continues to be garbage. How does this man still have a job? He can't win a division game. Not one (my bad, actually 2, and it was the same fucking team twice). The Bears' defense couldn't make critical stops, and situational football remains a foreign concept to this coaching staff. For all their early mediocrity, Minnesota should've buried us in the first half.

The Bears' record in OT games? Trash. Division games? Trash. Coaching hires? Fucking trash.

The McCaskey Mafia is running the show, and now everyone's screaming, "Fire Flus"? Here's the thing: firing Eberlose solves nothing! It's like shitting your pants and just changing your shirt. The problem starts and ends with the McCaskey family.

They're the ones at the top, pulling the strings and hiring these clowns. They brought in the Pimp President, the Actress GM, and the Loser Coach. They're the ones who've hired every one of these shit candidates for over 30 years. Period.

Since Ditka, there has been a parade of incompetence: Wannstedt, Jauron, Lovie (don't @ me; his playoff runs were smoke and mirrors), Trestman, Fox, Nagy, and now Eberlose. Every single one of them has been awful. Every. Single. One. This isn't a coincidence. It's systemic.

The McCaskeys don't hire winners. They hire "nice guys," "interview winners," and "yes men" to preserve their pathetic status quo. It's like running an NFL franchise with the same mentality you'd use to manage a neighborhood dry cleaner. And I take that back because I know some dry cleaners that are run extremely well, and this fucking team is not.

Years and years ago, you know what George Steinbrenner used to do? He'd buy the guys who beat his Yankees—front office people and players Wade Boggs, Roger Clemens, Hell, even Kenny Rogers. Steinbrenner was fearless in admitting when the competition was better and bringing that brilliance into the fold.

But the McCaskeys? No chance. They'd rather double down on their dumpster fire and frail egos and hires than swallow their pride and ask, "What are the Steelers, Ravens, Packers, or Patriots doing right?"


A Plan for the Gutless

Here's what the McCaskeys should do (but won't because they're cowards):

1.     Call the Winners: Reach out to executives from Green Bay, Pittsburgh, Baltimore, and New England. Ask them, "If your top people were abducted by aliens, who would you hire tomorrow to replace them?" Write those names down.

2.     Fucking Hire Them: Bring in real football minds and then get out of their way. No micromanaging. No interfering. Just let competent people do their jobs.

3.     Or Sell the Fucking Team: If you can't handle running a professional sports organization, cash out and leave. Sell it to someone—anyone—with a vision for greatness. Hell, sell it to someone who just wants to win.

Why I'm here? I'm so angry. It's not just about this season. It's about 30-plus years of incompetence. It's about wasted talent, blown opportunities, and the absolute refusal to adapt.

Caleb Williams deserves better. Bears fans deserve better. And yet, here we are, five straight losses deep, looking at six more games of misery.

When I heard fans chanting "Fire Flus" during the game, I laughed—not because they're wrong, but because they're missing the point. This team's issues go way deeper than the head coach.

Firing Eberlose is like changing the deck chairs on the Titanic. Until the McCaskeys change, nothing changes. Period.

Happy Thanksgiving! As we sit down to our turkey dinners, let's be thankful for one thing: the Detroit game will be a quick death, and we share our misery. If we endure this Thanksgiving Day game and endure shit year after year and still hold out hope that maybe, just maybe, things will get better. Someone smart in that organization will actually wake up (but I doubt it).

But maybe, just maybe, someone younger and with brains and new blood will come into the fold and remove this fucking leadership like King Edward in Braveheart.

But hope only gets you so far. Until the McCaskeys are gone—or undergo a miraculous football epiphany—we're stuck.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some whiskey to pour.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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