Chicago feels disrespected, but how can it be beaten? 

	Most experts think Brian Urlacher and the Bears will have trouble handling the Colts. Heinz Kluetmeier/SI
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I am constructing this column as one would build a first-rate lasagna. First the pasta, which would be all those nasty letters I got from Bear fans. (Andrew assures me that there were hundreds and hundreds of these noodles). Then the assortment of cheeses, leading off with ricotta. Then my sauce, heavy with meat and spices. That will be my E-mailer of the Week entry. No fair eating the column. This is merely an analogy.

From Francisco C. of Chicago: "Did the Redhead make some pasta with mushrooms that make you hallucinate?" (See how this all fits in so neatly? Devilishly clever, wot?) I asked the Redhead to answer this herself. "Too busy," she said, in passing. "I'm actually trying to do some real work." Sorry. Francisco falls into the usual party line ... Peyton will choke ... Rex will pull his game together, etc. Am I really supposed to answer this, Andrew? OK, here are my answers: No he won't. No he won't.

From Jack the Ripper, Covent Garden, London ... no, just hee-heeing ... this is from Mike of Polo, Ill. "You and your east coast buddies are at it again. You all picked the Saints and look where you ended up."

Yeah, just look. I wish we were sitting in a gin mill, Mike and I. Then I could counter with, "No, YOU look!" And he'd come back with, "YOU look!" until everyone around us fell asleep. My East Coast buddies from New Orleans ... right ... a real East Coast spot, just like New Jersey. Sending it in on the Colts. More East Coast nonsense. I mean a whole degree and a half of longitude separates Indy from Chicago. Is there a question to be answered here? I thought not. But just to get the last word in, "Hey, YOU look, Mike Polo" (are you Marco's nephew?).

Corey of Lincoln, Neb., thanks me, as a Bears fan, for picking against them, since underestimation seems to be the gas that fuels the engine. You're welcome, and yes, I did catch the nice sentiment you slipped in at the end.

From John of St. Charles, Ill.: "If the Bears win, will you give them any credit then?" (No, I won't). "Or will your reasoning be that they got lucky and the Colts just had a bad game." (Something like that. I'm working on it right now).

From John of Wilmette, Ill.: "Aren't you the same guy who picked the Saints big over the Bears?"

Weren't me, cap'n, I swear it. It were Silver and King and them blokes. Me, I just wanted a fair fight."

Now, to give our lasagna a little piquancy, we offer our array of exotic cheeses, namely this sharp little item from John of Washington, D.C.: "Is Grossman the worst Super Bowl quarterback ever?" I mean Trent Dilfer looks like Joe Montana compared to him." Interesting question. Of course one can't pass that judgment until the game has been played, and Rex is capable of putting up serious numbers, with enough time. But the worst ever? No, my choice would be Craig Morton with the 1977 Broncos. Teammates of his often questioned his dedication that week. Plus other things I can't go into.