Preseason looms…
There’s a smell on the air
That returns me to my chair
A sound of helmets crunching
Has me reaching the nachos for munching
The summer’s heat is now broiling
The mouthpieces fitted by boiling
Scent in the locker room is clean
So just what do I mean?
Should we be concerned if we would
And maybe we could
Experience a season smelling like old tuna?
Look, a rhyme with Brandon Manumaleuna
The season is beginning
Will the Bears be winning?
So many questions to ponder
As the Bears head yonder
To Bourbonnais and Bradley
I can make that drive gladly
For practices and golf courses
And maybe some words from my sources
So on with the queries
So many I could make a series
But I’ll spare you the many-parter
As it’s not in my charter
Can we trust in Mike Martz?
And the healing of Brian Urlacher’s parts?
Will Jay cut down on his picks?
Will the line save him from licks?
Was Forte a flash in the pan?
Can Taylor lend him a hand?
Will we force things to flow through Hester?
Can Lovie be more of a jester?
What are the other receivers to do?
Especially Devin Aromashodu
And what of Greg Olsen
Will he be pining and drinking a Molsen?
Come on, it shouldn’t be so hard
To find a guy who can play left guard
This line quandary is getting old
At least we still have Robbie Gould
We’ve seen a fixing of Kreutz
And nobody’s questioning his noots
Can he come back as a plus
And solidify a line Jay can trust?
At safety we need just two
The big question is just who
Peppers will rush from one end
But is Tommie’s knee on the mend?
Solidifying depth charts
While Martz is practicing dark arts
Patterns and route running
In the Bourbonnais heat they’ll be gunning
The annual pilgrimage is beckoning
Another middling Bears team I’m reckoning
In spite of all the eternal hopes
A season full of slippery slopes
But bring on this season and hope for the best
Win one at a time and don’t worry about the rest
Here’s to them keeping their health
While Mike Martz’s playbook is guarded with stealth
Here’s to a Superbowl run
Boy that would be fun
Like a mirage, they recently made it there
So let’s have a hope and a care
Noots








July 27th, 2010 at 4:07 pm
Methinks somebody has too much time on his hands.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you. In fact, I’m waiting for somebody to put this to music.