At this point in my life, all I want is to be entertained. You want a pitchers’ duel, a defensive battle, a chess match? Have at it. Me? I’ll take scoring, the more the better. And I wouldn’t say no to clowns driving tiny cars, either.
I have found the perfect team. The Bears aren’t great, but they are gritty enough, game enough or dumb enough not to know when they’re being completely outclassed. On Sunday, the Cowboys scored touchdowns on their first four drives, which, as ominous sentences go, is right up there with, ‘‘It was a dark and stormy night.’’
