The Nagy Diaries: Fire Matt Nagy, or We Burn the City to the Ground



Dear Diary,


In this day and age, where offensive gurus like Andy Reid, Sean McVay, and Kyle Shanahan are getting the maximum potential out of their quarterbacks in Patrick Mahomes, Matthew Stafford, and Jimmy Garoppolo, football has never been more creative and intoxicating. These play-callers are designing their schemes around the talents of their quarterbacks because that's the most elementary part of football -- fit your scheme to make your pieces configure the offensive puzzle.

Matt Nagy is clearly unaware of this obvious theory. He's insistent on forcing his scheme down Bears fans' throats, whether it's befit for a rookie quarterback and a horrendous offensive line or not. He doesn't make adjustments. He doesn't alter protections from five-man protections to six or seven-man ones. He doesn't send people in motion with a purpose. What Matt Nagy has done with this offense isn't a replica of a successful modern offense that incorporates play action, motions, or various personnel groupings. No, Matt Nagy isn't even impersonating one of those schemes. His scheme is an inappropriate and disturbing impression of one of those offenses.

It's gross negligence and blatantly irresponsible to put a city's first franchise quarterback in eons at such a tremendous risk against one of the best defensive lines in all of football. I hate to be that guy who says, "Oh, what is Nagy doing? Even I, a football novice, could do better!" but I'm actually starting to believe that delusional statement. If I were to call 10 consecutive inside zone runs with David Montgomery running directly behind James Daniels, Cody Whitehair, and Sean Mustipher, and then mix in a play action pass once every 10 snaps, then I promise that elementary scheme would muster more than 47 total yards of offense.


What Nagy has done with this team is not just embarrassing, it's genuinely discouraging in a time where we've been nothing but encouraged by Justin Fields's collegiate brilliance and what other young quarterbacks around the league have been able to do. Yesterday, Justin Fields's first career NFL start, was supposed to be a day of joy and hope. Instead, it devolved into this...

I just don't what to say anymore. I became physically ill yesterday due to this sad sack of shit's play-calling strategy. I contemplated changing the channel on one of my two TVs on several occasions, but an ignorant part of me told myself, "If you switch from Fox to CBS, something big is going to happen." Nothing happened. I wouldn't have missed a god-damn thing aside from a 40-yard pass interference call that we couldn't even get a touchdown out of. I'm done, man. Get this clown all the way the fuck out of this town, and take your childish Club Dub bullshit with you.


Sincerely,

Matt Nagy's Worst Nightmare (Who Hides Behind a Laptop)