Hear me now and believe me later, I'm wearing my mother's undies!Dear Jeff Joniak,

Please stop it. All of it. You know what you’re doing.

What, you don’t? Come on, you can’t be that clueless. Nobody is that clueless. Well, one guy was, but he finally left after like seven years of torturing us with overaffected calls of sporting events. He went home to work with his dad. What does your dad do? Maybe he could get you a nice union job someplace. If not him, maybe an uncle.

You really don’t know what I’m talking about?

Fine. I’ll just have to come right out and say it. I don’t mean to be rude. But.

Stop ruining every highlight of every Bears game. Just shut up. I know you’re on the radio and if you don’t talk, nobody at home will know what’s going on in the game. But you know what? It wouldn’t be a whole helluva lot different. When you do talk, we don’t know what’s going on in the game.

Your announcing is basically just a lot of whiny, screeching, followed by your weird phony “I wish my voice was deep, like a man’s” tone, followed by a series of phrases that may or may not have anything to do with what’s going on in the game.

There used to be a tradition where Bears fans would turn down the volume on their TVs and watch the game and listen to the radio announcers. I can’t say who killed that tradition deader than Barbaro, if it was you, or fellow falsetto Hub Arkush, but I can tell you that he’s gone and you’re still flogging the hell out of that carcass.

We’re not amused by your pathetic attempts to give Bears’ players nicknames. When you called Devin Hester the “Windy City Flyer” it sounded like you were working for Schwinn in the ’50s trying to come up with a name for a new 10 speed. It was beyond embarrassing, it was pathetic, really.

I can’t tell you how embarrassed I was to hear your long practiced call of the Bears advancing to the Super Bowl. “Hear me now and believe me later…” I don’t get it. I know everyone immediately thought of Dana Carvey and Kevin Nealon doing Hanz and Franz, but beyond that I have no idea what you even thought it would mean.

I’m just glad that you weren’t around to deliver a supposed poignant thought at big moments in American history.

Jeff Joniak at Gettysburg

“What we say here won’t long be remembered. What ‘chu talkin’ ’bout Willis?”

Jeff Joniak at the Sea of Tranquility

“This is one small step for man. Kiss my grits!”

I don’t want you to think that just because the Bears are going to the Super Bowl that I decided to single you out as a douchebag now. Because you’ve been a douchebag for a long time. Ever since Wayne Larivee left Chicago for Green Bay, Czechoslovakia, we’ve had to put up with you. Oh, wait, I almost forgot Gary Bender. Wouldn’t we all like to forget Gary Bender.

Except that you make Gary Bender sound like John Facenda.

Here’s all I ask of your performance on Sunday. Try to concentrate on important things like the score, the time left in the quarter, the down, the distance and the yard line. You know, the stuff you can go 15 minutes without reviewing. When the Bears win, don’t ruin every commemorative DVD by saying something stupid, and trite and obnoxious and…well, incomprehensible. Just try shutting up. Let Steve Sabol have to write something for the ending. We trust him.

Oh, and by the way, tell Tom Thayer that nobody gives a rat’s ass about offensive line play. Especially not having it broken down non-stop on the radio. All we want to know is which one got called for holding or which one missed a block and screwed up a play. I know it’s hard for him to believe, but it’s the truth. That, and he also sounds like his voice is part dog-whistle.

Respectfully yours, (Not really.)

Andy