If emotions truly were roller coasters, I spent most of this game yakking my guts out.
I was pretty well psyched about it. Heath Miller was coming back. Le'Veon Bell looks like he is a week away from returning.
Then they started playing. This is the point where you are nearing the top of the hill, the clanging of the old, chain-driven lift reaching a crescendo. It crested the hill, and immediately went into a series of convulsions, as the Bears moved the ball in chunks that never let them get to a third and long. Ultimately, it was three to nothing.
Then it was our turn. Seven total plays later, we had fumbled and the Bears were up 10-0. And the awesome just kept coming. A Steeler punt, followed quickly by a 55-yard run by Matt Forte and a nearly perfect goal-line stand was just that -- nearly perfect. Touchdown Bears. 17-0 with two minutes left.
In the first quarter.