As we begin the double-digit portion of the Lions' schedule, I find myself still disgusted with the outcome in Chicago.
Decorum and embarrassment aside, I would like to step onto my personal version of the Manoogian Mansion steps and channel my inner Kwame, saying, "It never happened, it never happened, it never happened."
But as both you and I and Tamara Green's family knows; it did happen.
This week rookie phenom Cam Newton and the Carolina Panthers invade the Lions' Den in hopes of replicating the Bears' efforts. The Panthers carry a less than impressive 2-7 record, but are sixth in the NFL in total offense at an even 400 yards per game.
That's 20 packs of cancer sticks or two cartons of carcinogens, in tobacco road terms.
Expect the scoreboard to light up fast and furious, like a smoker's lounge at McCarran's International in Las Vegas as these two teams should put up some points.
On a sad note, this week also marks the end of the Robert Malone era.
Yes the one-week wonder was given his walking papers after he effortlessly used his foot wedge to send the pigskin deep into the center of the green and the waiting arms of Devin Hester.
The NFL's greatest return artiste gathered the Titleist-like effort and returned it to the clubhouse. So long Bob and in the immortal words of Judge Smails, "Well, the world needs ditch diggers too."
Of course the world needs ditch diggers and the cigarette oligopoly from North Carolina ensures that many of our loved ones will end up there sooner rather than later.
Panthers vs. Lions: it's cat on cat action! I'll leave it there and those in cyberspace, who choose to, can take it to the next level.
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