“Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with heavy fall
The usurping helmets of our adversaries.”

-Shakespeare, Richard III

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It was a miracle.

You know it.

I know it.

A miracle.

The Bears were beaten in Denver and their fans were emotionally bruised in barrooms across the country. There was a funereal silence at Bar 43 in Sunnyside, Queens. You could almost hear a buffalo wing as it crashed to the floor, sauce gently spraying onto the lower legs of white jeans.

Then it happened.

A weird call.

A brilliant play.

A kicker makes a kick.

Club Dub.

Now…keep it going, Bears.

Build on the miracle.

Was Sunday in Denver a great performance? Of course not.

The offense was putrid again and until those final moments it didn’t even seem to be trying to move the ball down the field.

If the Broncos had three more possessions in the game they would have scored three more touchdowns. That’s how gassed the defense was.

But they won.

They tallied the totals after an hour and the Bears had more.

The season was drifting away.

But here we are.

Alive.

Well.

Now walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, and stack another victory on the shelf, Chicago Bears.

Get this thing to 2-1.

That means your offense has to get going.

Your quarterback has to get better.

Your play-caller has to get smarter.

Your run blocking has to get tougher.

But most importantly, because this is still September, you simply have to get this thing to 2-1, whatever it takes.

That’s all this Monday Night Football game is about.

Build on the miracle.