The boy's in the Toy Department have their free windbreakers in a knot because Bears linebacker Brian Urlacher won't talk to them. Or if he does, it's one- or two-word answers. Boo-hoo.
They're blaming Urlacher for everything from the Bears poor showing so far this season to the fall of the dollar. They just don't get it. Urlacher owes them and the fans a good day's work, which watching The Hound's Sony on Sunday, he looked pretty good. But then The Hound never suited up on Sundays. And neither have most of the fans and the sports writers.
They also don't get that Urlacher is just a hard-headed German and if he doesn't want to talk to you, well, he's just not. How would you like to grow up in New Mexico with the name Brian Urlacher? Talk about your sturm and drang.
Consider the Germanic people for a second. These were the folks the Romans couldn't conquer. These were the folks who came to North America and decided to live in places like Wisconsin, Minnesota, the Dakotas. These were the folks that nearly defeated the British in the Boer War. These were the folks that caused two world wars. These are people to which Iron Cross really means something.
And you think Brian Urlacher cares if the media is snippy because he won't utter more than two syllables? Go eat a stollen, OK? Or drown your sorrow with a wurst and wash it down with a a bier.
Or better yet, focus on what's really wrong with the Bears: Poor quarterback performance, poor receiving performance, no Thomas Jones, no Tank Johnson, no Mike Brown and no vision. In the meantime, Urlacher uber alles!
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