They won’t take the telecast from Sunday’s Bears shutout win over the Jets and send it to the Broadcast or Pro Football Hall of Fames. Ten-nothing games featuring wild celebrations over as much as a first down don’t normally quality for that kind of enshrinement.

Couple it with the insufferable Fox broadcast team of balding, condescending nitwit Joe Buck and his concussed, bisexual sidekick, and you’re really got a stinker on your hands.

As a Bears fan, I enjoyed watching the now 9-1 local eleven render the Jets’ weenie armed offense completely ineffective. But I did it without any ambient noise whatsoever. I know that in the past you used to be able to use the SAP button to get rid of Buck and Aikman and just get crowd noise. That appears to no longer be an option. So I had to take a quantum leap back technology wise and use the mute button.

Mark Bradley’s 57 yard touchdown catch was surreal with no sound accompanying it. But what was my option? Turning on the radio call and having to put up with the falsetto brothers on WBBM?

Joe and Troy, and for that matter Jeff and Tom, don’t add anything to the game that I need. Joe strikes me as the end product of an experiment to take an insufferable asshole and dip him head to toe in smarm. What little personality Aikman ever had got concussed out of him. Joe sets him up for his commentary, and Troy just repeats what Joe just said to him. It’s fascinating. Riveting stuff. Troy’s other gift is his unstoppable need to read the graphics on the screen to us. You get a better variety of commentary from Lee Corso on NCAA 07.

You know those two dumbasses will do the game Sunday at Foxborough. I can hardly wait. Maybe I’ll play Christmas music in the background.

Everybody wants to go on and on about how poorly Rex Grossman played yesterday, and I’m not going to argue that he played well, but come on, he wasn’t horrible. We’ve seen him when he’s horrible. It’s usually good for four picks and a fumble or two. What he was yesterday, seemed to be more a byproduct of a completely half-assed run-oriented game plan.

The Jets defense can’t stop the run. But it wasn’t until the first drive of the second half that Ron Turner seemed to truly believe that. Before that Thomas Jones dominated drive that set up the only points the Bears needed, they would get plenty of yards on the ground only to kill those drives with an ill-advised pass. When they did pass, they seemed to be trying to set some sort of John Shoop record by throwing short of the first down marker nearly every time.

Defensively, much to the bewilderment of our Fox TV boys, the Bears humiliated the Jets, save for one drive in the first half. The one that ended when Brian Urlacher intercepted country music star, and Jets quarterback Dierks Bentley Chad Pennington in the end zone. Other than that drive, the Jets never threatened to actually score any points. When Dierks Chad actually threw, it was hilarious. Have you ever seen a rag arm that the one he’s got? In college his arm was lousy, and the reconstructive surgery on it certainly hasn’t helped. How have the Jets won five games with a quarterback who can’t throw the ball more than ten yards with any kind of velocity on it. I honestly don’t think I’m exaggerating. He has to lob the ball to get any distance on it.

On the Urlacher interception, you could see before the snap that the Bears were confused and nobody was covering Lavernaeus Coles. Coles ran right to the back corner of the end zone and threw a fit when Pennington went to the middle of the field with his ill-advised pass. But here’s the thing. That’s probably a 30 yard throw from the far hash to the back corner of the end zone. Danieal Manning was about five yards from Coles when Pennington should have thrown the ball.  No way can he throw it hard enough to get it there before Manning got there to knock it away.

When you go up against the Bears, and your only hope is to run the ball and throw only short passes, you’re screwed.  So far the only teams to have success against the Bears have used a short passing game to get the ball away before the pass rush could arrive to harass them.  But you have to at least have some threat of a deep passing game to open up room for the short stuff.  The Jets don’t have that.  They never had a chance.

Todd Johnson made his impact felt.  He had a touchdown saving tackle on Kevan Barlow one play before Urlacher’s pick, and he almost killed Charles Tillman by spearing him in the back of the helmet on a run play.  Todd apparently will hit anything with a number on it.  He must have been jealous when Lance Briggs and Chris Harris tackled the umpire like a couple of long-lost Ligue boys.

Thomas Jones and Cedric Benson both averaged better than 5.1 yards per carry yesterday.  Kind of makes you wonder why the Bears didn’t run it even more than they did.

Bernard Berrian returned in time to get hammered on a pass he dropped and make a reception that got called back because of a penalty.  Rex Grossman rolled out on a pass attempt for the first time in three years and didn’t rupture or break anything.  See, there was lots of progress.

Brad Maynard had a good day punting, though it might have been nice had Fox explained that one of his first quarter punts was a dud because he hit the wire on that non-HD, blurry as hell, make you dizzy the way they use it, camera on a string they have.  Nothing like a little unobtrusive technology.  Maybe next week they can have a camera mounted at midfield and the receivers can run routes around it?

Think back a few weeks when the Bears crapped the bed against the Dolphins at home.  The three-game road trip up the Eastern Seaboard seemed daunting.  People wondered if the Bears might lose all three.  Now they’re 2-0 on it and headed to play the Patriots next week on some brand new FieldTurf.  Let’s hope it’s properly installed, otherwise it could look like a Civil War battlefield out there.

The Pats intentionally made the grass surface muddy and tore up to slow other teams down.  New England has lots of assets, team speed isn’t one of them.  But the field got so bad two weeks ago in an inexplicable loss to these same Jets, that they finally figured enough was enough.  When Prince Tom is slipping and falling down, they have to do something.  So they’re in the midst of a crash course field installation as we speak.  The faster surface figures to be to the advantage of the Bears.

Then again, nobody knows playing on dirt painted to look like grass better than the boys from Chicago.