I reach a mental crossroad every time I think of the Bears QB situation. At this point with Mitch being sub-par and most of Chicago having lost hope, what is the front office trying to accomplish? Do we try to reenact the Sexy Rexy days and find a Carr or Dalton reliable enough to let the defense and playmakers do their thing? That seems like the temporary "we need to win it all THIS year" response. Or do we look for a Jalen Hurts type player in the draft and hope we hit the lottery? That seems like the long-term strategy and hope that the current Bears stay in their primes long enough for Hurts to settle in (an extra year or 2). The most frustrating part is how successful the rebuild has been for everyone except the QB position (with a horrible O-line). Even as I comment on this I think about how perfect the situation could be given Mitch's age compared to the rest of the team. And just like that, I am back on the wagon. Mitch 2020. Fuck.
I think they'll try to do both, honestly. Probably not as high as Hurts, but I bet they'll be drafting a QB in the latter rounds this year. I think next year, no matter the situation, they'll probably draft a QB again. Which round does probably depend on how this year goes.
I do think the FO thinks the roster is good enough to be in a WIN NOW mode.
For me I think it was senior year of high school baseball. I always thought I was a solid lefty specialist that could come out of the bullpen at any given moment, even if it was to just get one batter out. I was always being asked to warm up when our starter got in trouble which made me think I could still play maybe at a small D3 school. The problem was i never actually got into the game lol. He would go from our one big righty pitcher to the next big righty pitcher. If we didn't have a big righty to go to he would put in the other lefty on the team (Ian Luttrell). Thats when i realized maybe i'm not cut out to play anymore.
As the year went on it became more fun to sit on the bench and chew seeds than get into the game. I would actually dread non-conference games knowing i had to play. When sitting on the bench shooting the shit became more fun than getting in the game you know its time to hang it up.
Probably should have realized earlier given my track record: Freshman B team, tendonitis all sophomore year so didn't pitch, suspended for drinking Junior year. Not exactly screaming future baseball star
I think you had all the right in the world to think highly of yourself. I vividly remember playing Bronco at 13 yrs old. Well known around the league that you had the best pickoff move around town. James Cullinane gets on 1st and you picked him off easily. He ended up getting on again later in the game. Mr. Cullinane, the first base coach, made it very clear to the whole park "JAMES, HE HAS A GOOD PICKOFF MOVE, DONT EVEN TAKE A LEADOFF." You then proceeded to pick him off on your next attempt.
For me, it was 2009 when I realized I was too old to play the Child's game anymore. I was a freshman in high school, last player coming off the bench on our Freshman B basketball team. For reference- I was a very late grower, standing no taller than 5 feet at the time.
Rewind a couple of years, in 7th grade I was the starting point guard on my Middle School basketball team. I definitely wasn't that good, but was good enough to lock up that starting spot on an average middle school team while averaging about 2 points and 1 assist per game. At the time I was telling people that my dream/goal was to be the starting point guard at Memphis upon high school graduation.
Anyways, and I'm feeling sorry for myself for being the last player on the bench on the B team freshman year, I thought that I just needed to grow a little and the rest would fall into place. One game, the coach walked up to me at the end of the bench. I perked up, thinking it was my time to shine and show him that I can at least be a serviceable player on the Freshman B team. As he walks over, he pulls out his clipboard and says something like "Hey, I know you've been down about not seeing the court as much this year, but I admire your attitude and the work you've put in to help the team. Now, our student manager isn't here to keep stats, so could you help out?" as he handed me the clip board. Then it clicked to me that following in Derrick Rose's footsteps maybe wasn't in the picture, regardless if I was going to grow or not.
I had a similar experience being the last man off the bench in basketball. I broke my hand (in practice) and was sidelined 4-6 weeks or whatever, and it had no impact to the rotation, but they moved from the end of the bench right up to the front of the bench next to coach to hold his clipboard. Coming off the injury, they kept me on clipboard duty, except in uniform which has to be the most humiliating thing in the world. One game he spazzed out and called timeout me being a believer in "whatever you are be a great one" came sprinting over to him to hand him the clipboard. He smacked it out of my hands, shattering it on the floor, leaving me on my hands and knees picking up clipboard scraps as everyone else got yelled at. That was the final year of my basketball career.
I reach a mental crossroad every time I think of the Bears QB situation. At this point with Mitch being sub-par and most of Chicago having lost hope, what is the front office trying to accomplish? Do we try to reenact the Sexy Rexy days and find a Carr or Dalton reliable enough to let the defense and playmakers do their thing? That seems like the temporary "we need to win it all THIS year" response. Or do we look for a Jalen Hurts type player in the draft and hope we hit the lottery? That seems like the long-term strategy and hope that the current Bears stay in their primes long enough for Hurts to settle in (an extra year or 2). The most frustrating part is how successful the rebuild has been for everyone except the QB position (with a horrible O-line). Even as I comment on this I think about how perfect the situation could be given Mitch's age compared to the rest of the team. And just like that, I am back on the wagon. Mitch 2020. Fuck.
I think they'll try to do both, honestly. Probably not as high as Hurts, but I bet they'll be drafting a QB in the latter rounds this year. I think next year, no matter the situation, they'll probably draft a QB again. Which round does probably depend on how this year goes.
I do think the FO thinks the roster is good enough to be in a WIN NOW mode.
For me I think it was senior year of high school baseball. I always thought I was a solid lefty specialist that could come out of the bullpen at any given moment, even if it was to just get one batter out. I was always being asked to warm up when our starter got in trouble which made me think I could still play maybe at a small D3 school. The problem was i never actually got into the game lol. He would go from our one big righty pitcher to the next big righty pitcher. If we didn't have a big righty to go to he would put in the other lefty on the team (Ian Luttrell). Thats when i realized maybe i'm not cut out to play anymore.
As the year went on it became more fun to sit on the bench and chew seeds than get into the game. I would actually dread non-conference games knowing i had to play. When sitting on the bench shooting the shit became more fun than getting in the game you know its time to hang it up.
Probably should have realized earlier given my track record: Freshman B team, tendonitis all sophomore year so didn't pitch, suspended for drinking Junior year. Not exactly screaming future baseball star
I think you had all the right in the world to think highly of yourself. I vividly remember playing Bronco at 13 yrs old. Well known around the league that you had the best pickoff move around town. James Cullinane gets on 1st and you picked him off easily. He ended up getting on again later in the game. Mr. Cullinane, the first base coach, made it very clear to the whole park "JAMES, HE HAS A GOOD PICKOFF MOVE, DONT EVEN TAKE A LEADOFF." You then proceeded to pick him off on your next attempt.
lmao the prime of my career right there
For me, it was 2009 when I realized I was too old to play the Child's game anymore. I was a freshman in high school, last player coming off the bench on our Freshman B basketball team. For reference- I was a very late grower, standing no taller than 5 feet at the time.
Rewind a couple of years, in 7th grade I was the starting point guard on my Middle School basketball team. I definitely wasn't that good, but was good enough to lock up that starting spot on an average middle school team while averaging about 2 points and 1 assist per game. At the time I was telling people that my dream/goal was to be the starting point guard at Memphis upon high school graduation.
Anyways, and I'm feeling sorry for myself for being the last player on the bench on the B team freshman year, I thought that I just needed to grow a little and the rest would fall into place. One game, the coach walked up to me at the end of the bench. I perked up, thinking it was my time to shine and show him that I can at least be a serviceable player on the Freshman B team. As he walks over, he pulls out his clipboard and says something like "Hey, I know you've been down about not seeing the court as much this year, but I admire your attitude and the work you've put in to help the team. Now, our student manager isn't here to keep stats, so could you help out?" as he handed me the clip board. Then it clicked to me that following in Derrick Rose's footsteps maybe wasn't in the picture, regardless if I was going to grow or not.
I had a similar experience being the last man off the bench in basketball. I broke my hand (in practice) and was sidelined 4-6 weeks or whatever, and it had no impact to the rotation, but they moved from the end of the bench right up to the front of the bench next to coach to hold his clipboard. Coming off the injury, they kept me on clipboard duty, except in uniform which has to be the most humiliating thing in the world. One game he spazzed out and called timeout me being a believer in "whatever you are be a great one" came sprinting over to him to hand him the clipboard. He smacked it out of my hands, shattering it on the floor, leaving me on my hands and knees picking up clipboard scraps as everyone else got yelled at. That was the final year of my basketball career.
hahahaha, im dying
Wow and I thought mine was embarrassing. Bless you Jack.