Caleb Williams is the deprogrammer of the Bad Quarterback Cult, a lost, wayward, glassy-eyed sect of Bears fans addicted to burning incense at the feet of unworthy signal callers.
He’s the shock to the system, the ice-bath reminder to those fans that they no longer have to live the only way they’ve known. There’s another way that doesn’t involve mediocre or worse quarterbacks, interceptions, poor decision-making and, inevitably, dashed hopes.
What Williams did Sunday in London should finally free the cultists from their unhealthy attachment to Justin Fields, last year’s model, and all the other quarterbacks before him.