One step forward. Two steps back. Bears trade Fields for basically nothing.

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Even when a supposed right decision is made, the Bears find a way to fuck it up. And that’s exactly what Ryan Poles did Saturday.

As we know now, Justin Fields is going to the Steelers. All they got in return was a sixth-round pick. That could turn into a fourth if Fields plays a certain amount of time.

That’s it? That’s nothing. The Bears should have gotten at least a third-round. At least. Or maybe Fields for a pick this year? I believe as it stands now, the Bears only have four picks this year. That’s not enough to build this team up and because of this, Poles was forced to go shopping for free agents. Again.

You can’t build a contending team by signing a bunch of free agents. You build it by drafting.

But don’t worry. The Bears made up for it a couple days back by signing Brett Rypien along with his four touchdowns and nine interceptions in ten games played (four years in the league). So instead of finding another quarterback in the later rounds that could possibly be developed alongside with Bagent, they go get this fucking idiot. It’s a younger version of Nathan Peterwhacker.

“One step forward. Two steps back.”

2 Responses to “One step forward. Two steps back. Bears trade Fields for basically nothing.”

  1. John's avatar John Says:

    Near as I could tell, Fro Dog, the market wasn’t exactly hopping for Justin Fields. I mean, if it had been, it’d be because he was playing so phenomenally that people would be saying that it’s stupid to trade him. He’s in the fourth year of his rookie contract and doesn’t really have the playing results to justify him fetching a bevy of high value draft picks. So the Bears it sounds like took what they could get, though admittedly it wasn’t a whole lot. I agree though that I’d have at least hoped for a third round pick.

    Caleb Williams is coming to town.

  2. Gary Trujillo's avatar Gary Trujillo Says:

    Brett Rypien is hands down the worst QB I’ve ever seen and I’m not exaggerating. You better hope that scrub never sniffs the field or it’s an automatic “L.”

SHOW DA FIRE AND PASSION, MY FRENDT!