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Ever get the feeling that the world is laughing at you?
Ever have the suspicion that there’s a Kick Me sign attached to the belt loop above your butt?
Ever conclude that Lucy has pulled the football away from you again, causing a somersault-producing whiff, and that doctors are refusing to rule out spinal-fusion surgery?
At some point Sunday night, it occurred to me that this is what being a Bears fan must feel like.
It’s the recurring sense that, no matter what you do and no matter who the team has on the roster, the story is going to end up with the quarterback running for his life, thanks to an offensive line that can’t pick up a blitz.