Jay Cutler continues to journal at the recommendation of noted sports psychologist Cynthia Brown.
Chicago, August 29,2013
Noticed that Brandon was not at practice this morning. When I asked Coach about it I took a moment to compliment him on his weight loss. He then informed me that he is not Mike Tice but in fact someone named Aaron Kromer. I slowly walked away before any more interaction happened and I still have no idea where Marshall is.
In afternoon film session I became distracted by the crown molding above the door. Instead of using one piece, it looks like the carpenters decided to use two pieces. I make a note to check the molding in my house when I get home. How this organization can tolerate such shoddy work is a total mystery. The Kromer fellow, who I now see everywhere, was monologuing about recognizing the Tampa 2. Some guy named Trent kept on asking questions and acting like real know-it-all. I pretended to take notes, but was actually putting together a bang-up drawing of Batman punching Clayface in the Gotham sewer.
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I headed home for a quick bite to eat rather than endure what passes for food in the commissary before the game tonight. Kristin decided that she is going to make me dinner and produced burnt toast and a glass of seaweed. She is still breastfeeding, however, making her breasts heavy and magnificent, which was distracting enough to make the meal tolerable. I took the time to inspect the molding in our house and find it to be adequate. The fact that my wife is able to hire competent workers but the Bears can’t is troubling.
I drove back to the stadium and listened to sports radio. Brandon Marshall is having some issues with his hip and is in some type of confrontation with the team and won’t be playing tonight. I will make sure to give him the name of my doctor when I see him again. My own dealings with the team doctor have been mediocre, particularly after he had my x-ray upside down and kept on talking like I wouldn’t notice. I told Lovie, but yet the doctor is still on the team and Lovie is gone. Conspiracy, perhaps?
When I headed into the locker room the new coach pulled me aside and let me know that I will only play in an emergency situation. I almost told him about the doctor but I have to be careful who I talk to, so I told him that is fine and then checked boxofficemojo.com to see how “Pacific Rim” is doing in Australia. I really hope they make a sequel. I gave the new guys a quick pep-talk, let them know that even if they don’t make the team, they at least have the honor to put on the uniform of the Chicago Bears, which is something the players on the Cleveland Browns (those that make the team or not) will not be able to say. Kromer gave me a wristband with the play calls on it before heading onto the field; it’s riddled with spelling errors. He might not be as fat as Tice but apparently they went to the same crap school. I had a ball in my hands and look up at the stands. The lights came on one by one. It was a good night to watch some football.
