So I'm watching Jay Cutler throw strikes to various 49ers last night, and I'm thinking, well, here it is again, the Curse of Larry Rakestraw, aka, the mysterious malaise/virus/aura of stinkification that clings to every quarterback doomed enough to wear a Chicago Bears jersey.
Bears quarterbacks are the NFL's version of asbestos. Prolonged exposure will make you sick.
Except ... maybe this isn't the Curse of Larry Rakestraw we're dealing with in this specific case.
Maybe, as my boss suggested last night, it's the Curse of Being From Indiana.
"Let's see," he said. "Cutler's from Indiana, right?"
"Right," I said. "Grew up in Santa Claus, Indiana."
"And Jeff George is from Indiana, right?"
"And Rexy? Rex Grossman? Isn't he from Indiana, too?"
We were both laughing by then, because the problem was obvious.
Jeff George: Million-dollar arm, 10-cent head. Jay Cutler: Million-dollar arm, 10-cent head. Rex Grossman: $100,000 arm, 10-cent head.
Good thing the Mannings never relocated to Indianapolis when the kids were growing up. Peyton might be backing up Brady Quinn in Cleveland right now. And pouting about it.