Whats wrong with Nagy

[AussieBear]

I just dont get it, its as if he cant see the trubiskys goat appeal.....he's just fucking tarded or blind mane. it would explain his second half play calling lass week.

He didnt seem too excited about Trubearsky in the presser at all. He was dismissive as fuck. Aint no one bigger than the team my arse. Its like he wishes he could bring A Smith with him or something. Like Alex Smith would be an upgrade..

During his interview on the score, he basically acted as if mitch wasnt shit atm. There was no excuses for the dumb coaches and bad wrs, nothing. I just dont get it. You would think his main motivation in coming to the bears was the mitchell.. the titty kissing, biscuit eating, 92 toyota driving truth.

Maybe its just the opposite... maybe they begged nagy... to come fix the mitch.. Shiit.. dat be like saying the world is flat..

Cause we all know trubs was fucked over this year.

But whatevers

I’m going to give him a chance to show me da hope, and we, the historically disenfranchised fans, demand that he give us some too. Thank you very much.

 

[Xuder O'Clam]

Post was a bit hyperbolic, yet somehow still flat.

 

[AussieBear]

Post was a bit hyperbolic, yet somehow still flat.

not enough calories in me zucchini pasta n tofu meatballs. cooking flameless too.. using a passionless moon solar cooker...

 

[ZenBear34]

“After six hours of being with Mitch, it was unbelievable,” Nagy said. “He did a wonderful job. I thought he’s a hell of a person, I thought he knew football inside and out. It was fun talking ball with him.”

 

[AussieBear]

“After six hours of being with Mitch, it was unbelievable,” Nagy said. “He did a wonderful job. I thought he’s a hell of a person, I thought he knew football inside and out. It was fun talking ball with him.”

yeah.. hes going to publicly say hes shit.. during the big pressor.. .. da dumbness was spoken.. mitch eh.. who cares.. next interview.. eh mitch.. yeah.. we aint playoff ready.. mitch aint b ready... da lies or tardness was evident..

he just must be blind though.. cause mitch was great this year.. if it wasnt for the bad coaching, bad play calling, bad routes, zero separation, shitty hands, bad turf, the bad oline and the negative fans.. mitch would have been alex smith like..

 

[Alterego]

 

[modo]

:cubspalm::facepalm2::facepalm:

 

[Adipost]

What it’s like to freeze to death, great read:

When your Jeep spins lazily off the mountain road and slams backward into a snowbank, you don’t worry immediately about the cold. Your first thought is that you’ve just dented your bumper. Your second is that you’ve failed to bring a shovel. Your third is that you’ll be late for dinner. Friends are expecting you at their cabin around eight for a moonlight ski, a late dinner, a sauna. Nothing can keep you from that.

Driving out of town, defroster roaring, you barely noted the bank thermometer on the town square: minus 27 degrees at 6:36. The radio weather report warned of a deep mass of arctic air settling over the region. The man who took your money at the Conoco station shook his head at the register and said he wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight if he were you. You smiled. A little chill never hurt anybody with enough fleece and a good four-wheel-drive.

But now you’re stuck. Jamming the gearshift into low, you try to muscle out of the drift. The tires whine on ice-slicked snow as headlights dance on the curtain of frosted firs across the road. Shoving the lever back into park, you shoulder open the door and step from your heated capsule. Cold slaps your naked face, squeezes tears from your eyes.

You check your watch: 7:18. You consult your map: A thin, switchbacking line snakes up the mountain to the penciled square that marks the cabin.

Breath rolls from you in short frosted puffs. The Jeep lies cocked sideways in the snowbank like an empty turtle shell. You think of firelight and saunas and warm food and wine. You look again at the map. It’s maybe five or six miles more to that penciled square. You run that far every day before breakfast. You’ll just put on your skis. No problem.

There is no precise core temperature at which the human body perishes from cold. At Dachau’s cold-water immersion baths, Nazi doctors calculated death to arrive at around 77 degrees Fahrenheit. The lowest recorded core temperature in a surviving adult is 60.8 degrees. For a child it’s lower: In 1994, a two-year-old girl in Saskatchewan wandered out of her house into a minus-40 night. She was found near her doorstep the next morning, limbs frozen solid, her core temperature 57 degrees. She lived.

Others are less fortunate, even in much milder conditions. One of Europe’s worst weather disasters occurred during a 1964 competitive walk on a windy, rainy English moor; three of the racers died from hypothermia, though temperatures never fell below freezing and ranged as high as 45.

But for all scientists and statisticians now know of freezing and its physiology, no one can yet predict exactly how quickly and in whom hypothermia will strike—and whether it will kill when it does. The cold remains a mystery, more prone to fell men than women, more lethal to the thin and well muscled than to those with avoirdupois, and least forgiving to the arrogant and the unaware.

The process begins even before you leave the car, when you remove your gloves to squeeze a loose bail back into one of your ski bindings. The freezing metal bites your flesh. Your skin temperature drops.

Within a few seconds, the palms of your hands are a chilly, painful 60 degrees. Instinctively, the web of surface capillaries on your hands constrict, sending blood coursing away from your skin and deeper into your torso. Your body is allowing your fingers to chill in order to keep its vital organs warm.

You replace your gloves, noticing only that your fingers have numbed slightly. Then you kick boots into bindings and start up the road.

Were you a Norwegian fisherman or Inuit hunter, both of whom frequently work gloveless in the cold, your chilled hands would open their surface capillaries periodically to allow surges of warm blood to pass into them and maintain their flexibility. This phenomenon, known as the hunter’s response, can elevate a 35-degree skin temperature to 50 degrees within seven or eight minutes.

Other human adaptations to the cold are more mysterious. Tibetan Buddhist monks can raise the skin temperature of their hands and feet by 15 degrees through meditation. Australian aborigines, who once slept on the ground, unclothed, on near-freezing nights, would slip into a light hypothermic state, suppressing shivering until the rising sun rewarmed them.

You have no such defenses, having spent your days at a keyboard in a climate-controlled office. Only after about ten minutes of hard climbing, as your body temperature rises, does blood start seeping back into your fingers. Sweat trickles down your sternum and spine.......

...Frozen alive continued

 

[Chicago Staleys]

I once said to myself, myself why did you open this thread?

 

[AussieBear]

what do you mean.. the loving coach of the ccs masses aint dumb?.. cause his fleshy being goes against the ccs narrative..

cause according to the same people and apparently meself... mitch was a draw to the new coach... becasue he was so guud dis year and showed the goat gene.. but was fucked cause of everything but himself..

 

[SUPERFAN]

douchebag
An individual who has an over-inflated sense of self worth, compounded by a low level of intellegence, behaving ridiculously in front of colleagues with no sense of how moronic he appears.
Your boss is a real douchebag

 

[AussieBear]

douchebag
An individual who has an over-inflated sense of self worth, compounded by a low level of intellegence, behaving ridiculously in front of colleagues with no sense of how moronic he appears.
Your boss is a real douchebag

me reflection be yo reflection boss..

 

[Warrior Spirit]

What it’s like to freeze to death, great read:

When your Jeep spins lazily off the mountain road and slams backward into a snowbank, you don’t worry immediately about the cold. Your first thought is that you’ve just dented your bumper. Your second is that you’ve failed to bring a shovel. Your third is that you’ll be late for dinner. Friends are expecting you at their cabin around eight for a moonlight ski, a late dinner, a sauna. Nothing can keep you from that.

Driving out of town, defroster roaring, you barely noted the bank thermometer on the town square: minus 27 degrees at 6:36. The radio weather report warned of a deep mass of arctic air settling over the region. The man who took your money at the Conoco station shook his head at the register and said he wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight if he were you. You smiled. A little chill never hurt anybody with enough fleece and a good four-wheel-drive.

But now you’re stuck. Jamming the gearshift into low, you try to muscle out of the drift. The tires whine on ice-slicked snow as headlights dance on the curtain of frosted firs across the road. Shoving the lever back into park, you shoulder open the door and step from your heated capsule. Cold slaps your naked face, squeezes tears from your eyes.

You check your watch: 7:18. You consult your map: A thin, switchbacking line snakes up the mountain to the penciled square that marks the cabin.

Breath rolls from you in short frosted puffs. The Jeep lies cocked sideways in the snowbank like an empty turtle shell. You think of firelight and saunas and warm food and wine. You look again at the map. It’s maybe five or six miles more to that penciled square. You run that far every day before breakfast. You’ll just put on your skis. No problem.

There is no precise core temperature at which the human body perishes from cold. At Dachau’s cold-water immersion baths, Nazi doctors calculated death to arrive at around 77 degrees Fahrenheit. The lowest recorded core temperature in a surviving adult is 60.8 degrees. For a child it’s lower: In 1994, a two-year-old girl in Saskatchewan wandered out of her house into a minus-40 night. She was found near her doorstep the next morning, limbs frozen solid, her core temperature 57 degrees. She lived.

Others are less fortunate, even in much milder conditions. One of Europe’s worst weather disasters occurred during a 1964 competitive walk on a windy, rainy English moor; three of the racers died from hypothermia, though temperatures never fell below freezing and ranged as high as 45.

But for all scientists and statisticians now know of freezing and its physiology, no one can yet predict exactly how quickly and in whom hypothermia will strike—and whether it will kill when it does. The cold remains a mystery, more prone to fell men than women, more lethal to the thin and well muscled than to those with avoirdupois, and least forgiving to the arrogant and the unaware.

The process begins even before you leave the car, when you remove your gloves to squeeze a loose bail back into one of your ski bindings. The freezing metal bites your flesh. Your skin temperature drops.

Within a few seconds, the palms of your hands are a chilly, painful 60 degrees. Instinctively, the web of surface capillaries on your hands constrict, sending blood coursing away from your skin and deeper into your torso. Your body is allowing your fingers to chill in order to keep its vital organs warm.

You replace your gloves, noticing only that your fingers have numbed slightly. Then you kick boots into bindings and start up the road.

Were you a Norwegian fisherman or Inuit hunter, both of whom frequently work gloveless in the cold, your chilled hands would open their surface capillaries periodically to allow surges of warm blood to pass into them and maintain their flexibility. This phenomenon, known as the hunter’s response, can elevate a 35-degree skin temperature to 50 degrees within seven or eight minutes.

Other human adaptations to the cold are more mysterious. Tibetan Buddhist monks can raise the skin temperature of their hands and feet by 15 degrees through meditation. Australian aborigines, who once slept on the ground, unclothed, on near-freezing nights, would slip into a light hypothermic state, suppressing shivering until the rising sun rewarmed them.

You have no such defenses, having spent your days at a keyboard in a climate-controlled office. Only after about ten minutes of hard climbing, as your body temperature rises, does blood start seeping back into your fingers. Sweat trickles down your sternum and spine.......

...Frozen alive continued

Buddhist monks have nothing on this man, the Iceman.

[video=youtube;VaMjhwFE1Zw]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaMjhwFE1Zw[/video]

 

[Foreign Banana]

The many feelings of embarrassment for the Poster of Originals. The Title should read "What is wrong with Mitchell Trubisky". Many less feelings of confusion with that Title.

 

[AussieBear]

The many feelings of embarrassment for the Poster of Originals. The Title should read "What is wrong with Mitchell Trubisky". Many less feelings of confusion with that Title.

wtf you talking about... there aint nuffin wrong with mitch... this nagy guys just confused.. im just wondering if something is wrong with nagy.. cause im sure we can all agree.. mitch was guud.. eveything around him fucked him... staff even stunted his growth.. if nagy cant see that and be mo excited about the face of the franchise during his enter presser.. well fuck that guy.. when mitch turns it on nexx yr and makes nagy into a guud coach... he betta change his tone at least..

 

[bearmick]

During his interview on the score, he basically acted as if mitch wasnt shit atm. There was no excuses for the dumb coaches and bad wrs, nothing.

Because he's honest and realistic. Trubisky isn't really shit yet, he realizes he's a developing QB.

And why would he make excuses about the WRs? He just got done calling plays for an offense with no WRs and still put up plenty points. He probably realizes that bullshit excuses are bullshit excuses and has no time for them. That's another check mark in his column as far as I'm concerned.

 

[modo]

there are offenses that can thrive with no name WRs and it starts with predictability and matchups.......

does everyone forgot how bad Loggains was at playcalling?

 

[AussieBear]

Because he's honest and realistic. Trubisky isn't really shit yet, he realizes he's a developing QB.

And why would he make excuses about the WRs? He just got done calling plays for an offense with no WRs and still put up plenty points. He probably realizes that bullshit excuses are bullshit excuses and has no time for them. That's another check mark in his column as far as I'm concerned.

nah hes gotta be delusion.. trubs was good.. just look at the tape.. everyone fucked him.. stunted his growth.. if nagy can see the goat gene and be more excited.. he cant see talent.. and in saying as much, id be scared letting him have any personnel decisions at all..

juss wait, trubs gunna make nagy guud and nagy will change his tone