|By: Charles Rex Arbogast, AP|
For the past two years, I defended you. I sang your praises when everyone else questioned your abilities. I argued that you're tough, naturally gifted, and an instinctual leader. I pointed to the fights you picked with refs on behalf of your fellow players as examples of your loyalty. I marveled at your devotion when the offensive line was letting you down, exposing you to a terrifying string of brain-rattling sacks. I liked that you didn't suffer the media-fools gladly. You gave the impression that maybe, just maybe, the Bears had finally found a quarterback who wasn't a complete headcase.
Today you made me look like a fool. I still think you're tough, and that's why I know that you punked out today. The only injury that should have kept you off the field for an NFC Championship game was one that sent you to the hospital. Maybe you didn't want to play the second half because you realized how lackluster your performance was in the first half?
Regardless, you let me down. What are you going to do to try to win me back?