In simpler times – say, three weeks ago – a consensus seemed to have been reached locally and nationally on Justin Fields, the consensus being that he wasn’t a very good passer. It made life easier. Not more pleasant, if you were a Bears fan, but easier, less uncertain. You knew where the sun was going to rise each day and you knew where to find the largest growing pile of discarded quarterbacks.
Then Fields put together two excellent games against two bad defenses, and hope and belief were introduced back into the bloodstream of people who had stopped hoping, believing and, in some cases, eating. Now there are those among us who once more are thinking he might be the real deal.
