I wish I had something new to tell you about Jay Cutler. Something unique or insightful or moving that would make some remember him better or convince others that it wasn’t his fault that things failed here in Chicago. But I don’t have those words, and I can’t honestly say Jay wasn’t partially to blame.
I wish I had some missing crucial statistic that would give critics an “aha!” moment, realizing that by this metric he actually was a great quarterback. But I don’t have that magic statistic, and Jay wasn’t a great quarterback.
He’s leaving the Bears franchise finally, officially, and some are dancing in the street. Others are indifferent. A great many are feeling hollow about the experience. Emotions are spread across the spectrum, reflecting accurately the mixed reactions Cutler derided from fans over his 8 years in a Bears uniform.
Some made up their minds about him when they realized the Bears would lose Kyle Orton as part of the deal. Some were done the first time he threw an interception. Still many countless others will only remember Cutler for his injury during the 2011 NFC Championship game. Maybe your favorite memories were of “Smokin’ Jay,” or the “tell him (Martz) I said ‘fuck you'” game.
It’s over. He’s gone. The dream of having a franchise signal caller remains unrealized.
Multiple coaches, multiple coordinators. Dozens of different wide receivers, dozens of bad memories. Too many interceptions. Not enough touchdowns.
The Bears needed a hero; the Bears needed a legend. They needed redemption after decades of futility at quarterback. Jay Cutler was not that man.
Somebody someday can detail the saga and shattered timeline of Cutler’s era as a Chicago Bear, exploring in great detail just how the hell the Monsters of the Midway clutched tightly to Jay and hurled themselves off the cliff.
Both parties are to blame. Both parties are moving on.
But hey, at least we’ve got Mike Glennon to look forward to.