This Guy Is An Actress Playing A General Manager
Bears 15, Commanders 18
Absolute trash. And after a bye week, so we could wait even longer to see what absolute horseshit looks like? I hope you've got your reader glasses on because we're about to peel back every layer of this disaster. This wasn't just another loss; it was a full-blown embarrassment that anyone with eyes could see coming. It starts at the top with Ryan Poles, an actress playing GM, dragging this franchise down weekly.
Let's be clear: Poles is an actress playing a GM. This "well-built" team just got manhandled by a 200-pound QB with an ace bandage strapped to him.
Three years in, and look at Poles' draft record—it's a joke. Velus Jones? Cut. Not one, not one elite offensive lineman in sight. And then there's Tyrique Stevenson, racking up penalties like he's aiming for the Guinness World Record.
This guy was flagged left and right in college, but did our “actress“ GM or his lousy scouting staff pay attention? Hell no. Against weak teams, Stevenson's fine. Against elite players? He's more grabby than a high schooler after prom. And by the way, no one cares about his apology—this is the pros: you either bring it or get the fuck out.
And let's talk about that end-of-game Hail Mary. *Where the fuck was Stevenson?* In the stands, taking in the scenery when he should have been on the field defending the fucking ball. This is a prime example of Poles' failures: no awareness, no accountability, and a team running on fumes.
Eight weeks in, and we still can't score on the first drive. The offensive line? A disaster. They toss Amegadjie—fresh off an injury—into left tackle with no prep. Are they fucking kidding? Caleb's out there scrambling for his life, missing throws, taking brutal hits, and looking like he's on the verge of breaking down.
His dad didn't even want him to come to Chicago, and now he's looking like the smartest guy in the bar. Caleb's getting hammered with no protection, and his mind is spinning so fast he's losing all accuracy. He's got his own issues—overthrows, holding the ball too long—but he's getting killed out there, week after week, in front of the whole world.
This "actress" GM tipped his hand months ago, salivating over Caleb without scouting anyone else or giving him an offensive line. Now, here we are, eight weeks in, and the kid's getting obliterated every game. This is on you, Poles. You made this bed.
Seventeen passing yards in the first quarter. This offense is supposed to be McVay-inspired, right? Then where is it? Where are the tight ends? Kmet, Gerald Everett—they're ghosts until garbage time. And don't get me started on those fourth-and-1 "fuck you" screens. How about some protection for once? This is amateur hour, and it reeks of desperation.
Jayden Daniels is out there calm, collected, and controlling the game, while Caleb's running for his life. Why? Because this team has no identity. No offensive line, no protection, nothing. Did you watch the Chargers game yesterday? That is what an offensive line and lineman should look like. Intensity, grit. Where the hell is that on this team?
And the coaching staff? Completely lost. Eberlose has lost the locker room, and anyone can see it. The players won't say it—they're fighting for their careers—but they're checking out. And what's Eberlose's line at every press conference? "I gotta look at the tape." That's word salad for "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." He's backpedaling more than Jim Edmonds in Centerfield, and we're stuck watching it unfold. The Bears didn't want to pay for a real coach, so they went for a bargain bin option, and now we're paying the price.
Then the media asks, "How can the Bears start faster?" Here's a fucking idea: go public, tell the McCaskeys to sell the fucking team, and bring in someone who gives a damn. Look at Denver—they looked like a dead rat in a sewer last season. Now, with a rookie QB, they're turning it around. Why? Because they've got leadership from the top down.
Who's developing these players? Who's putting them in positions to succeed? No one. No one with a clue. Poles, if you don't know what you're doing, pick up a book on leadership and start with *Good to Great.*
This coach is a joke. His record speaks for itself. And the worst part? There's no leadership because our “actress” GM hired a coach who is as clueless as he is.
There is no prep, situational awareness, attention to detail, or veteran leaders. And the media? Too scared to call it like it is. The McCaskeys need to sell the Bears to someone who actually gives a fuck. I wish someone in the media would say it: this team is a farce.
However, the McCaskeys are perfectly happy with the chaos because, win or lose, they're getting paid. The Bears are worth over $6 billion. The McCaskeys don't care if the team's relevant or not. They've owned this team since 1920, and they're in the black every year, win or lose. So why should they care? The truth hurts, and until you and Bears fans see that, nothing's going to change.
I warned you all about this team and ownership. It's week eight, and we're backpedaling like it's the first game of the pre-season. Laugh it off all you want, but this shit isn't funny anymore, is it?
This ship has been sinking for years, and I told you, Chicago, Bears fans, rival fans, people who don't even follow football—I called it from day one when you hired this fucking “actress.” Now it's unraveling, and if I had a $50 bill for every "I told you so," I'd buy the team myself and fix it.
Call me tin-hat all you want, but here's the brutal truth: the media doesn't have the guts to say it because they've got bills to pay. The McCaskeys don't give a fuck about this team, the city, the fans, and most importantly, YOU or I. They're banking every year, so why care if we're relevant? The truth hurts, and until you face it, you won't understand why this team is such a disaster. Look at past coaches, past GMs, and the cheap front-office hires. All jokes. Look it up if you don't believe me.
Eight weeks in, and we're still running in circles. This GM, this “actress”, and this clueless staff don't have what it takes. Every Bear fan sees through the crap about "rebuilding" and "progress." They think we're too dumb to know the truth. Enough with the 1985 nostalgia while cashing in on our loyalty.
Brace yourself for more humiliation and, hopefully, a quick death against Arizona.
We're waiting…
