That certainly wasn't supposed to happen. Peyton Manning looked frightened and confused, the Colts burned through time outs like a former welfare recipient burns through lottery winnings, and the Colts defense only managed two sacks, despite John St. Clair doing his best impression of a battered child. Meanwhile, the Bears defense played like they were supposed to a year ago, their ragtag group of wide-receiving misfits didn't appreciably screw anything up, Mike Brown isn't injured yet, and Matt Forté looks like he might be the Bears' best running back since... Thomas Jones. (Fuck you and your "wahhh, I need a new running back to fit my terrible system," Ron Turner.) In the end, the Bears pulled a horseshoe out of their ass and got a win over an actual good team.
There's still a lot of work that needs to be done, though. They still don't seem to want to take the training wheels off of Kyle Orton, the offensive playbook still consists of maybe four plays, the offensive line still leaks pass rushers like a sieve and requires a fair amount of tippy-toeing for a positive rushing gain, and they're eventually going to have to play against a quarterback who's not emaciated and unprepared after missing the entire offseason.
But fuck, I'll take it.
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