Bears: Unable to Plow Themselves into Victory

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Perhaps the missing ingredient for the Bears this season is a few grains of rice and chicken that, when mixed together by the right person, would put together a perfect combination of the sweet taste of victory.

At least my good friend Fahad (aka Masood; aka Mo.Lester) and his mom know how to put together a winning combination: A successful BP (Bears Party) with the awesome and delectable taste of plow; a Pakistani traditional dish that mixes rice and chicken in a way that waters your mouth like the way talking about himself does to Fahad (i.e. excessively). Fahad's BP was long awaited and at least ten of us from the BP List enjoyed it.

Unfortunately, we can't say the same thing for the Bears and they way they played that game (or, all season long as I should say). Throughout most of the game, we maintained a good lead over a what seemed like a broken Eli Manning who looked like he was forced into the game by his father and secretly wishing that he was painting our nation's beautiful countryside.

But, as fate would have it, we missed a number of key plays that eventually lead to our collapse. Rex Grossman, for starters, threw an amazing bomb to Devin Hester who was unable to make the play (jeez, this guy’s speed is unreal though; he blew his double coverage by at least 5 yards a piece). Soon after, we in horrific fashion failed to reach the first down. This one offensive mishap – just one play – seemed to have a direct domino affect on the rest of the team. Our defense, playing most of the game true to Super Bowl-worthy form (without Archuletta, I may add), collapsed. And Eli Manning seemed to finally grow a pair, get his head out of fulfilling some bizarre fantasy to be a suppressed painter no more, and took advantage of our degradation.

They took they lead and they kept it by the end of the 4^th, giving us a tragically and potentially season-ending loss. We have a 5-7 record now and failed to reach .500. Achieving 9-7 to have a remote chance seems foolish to believe, but as a fan, I’m left with little to do.

The bright side of the evening was Fahad’s great hospitality. The pre-main course chips and guacamole hook-up was great, but the follow-up main course hit the spot. It was one of those “Damn, that was so good I just wanna sleep it off, wake up in a couple hours, and eat more” meals. He also killed it on the drinks providing a wide array of drink options that you typically don’t see (i.e. Diet Cherry Coke).

Well, at this point, I’m so dejected that all I really want to do is focus on the food and not the game. But, this will do for now. Mad JZK to my man Fahad for coming through and being a gracious host, mA. May Allah reward you & your family for it! Ameen!

Be warned, though, I’m coming over the rest of the week for some of that plow leftovers! (Yes, in case you couldn't tell, plow is absolutely one of my most favorite dishes!)

Cheers