I’ve watched Gus Frerotte for 9 games now. And there’s one thing I’ve learned about him, apart from the fact that he enjoys throwing picks in the ugliest manner possible: The man’s expression never, ever changes. You see him playing ping pong here? That’s Gus at his absolutely most excited: he’s damn near orgasmic in that shot. No one is able to look both intense and confused simultaneously quite like Frerotte. I’m telling you: the man has chicken broth running through his veins. Do your worst, Bears. There isn’t anything that can’t disorient and baffle this man. Even if Orton were to shave his neckbeard…

Orton is the only person I know whose looks are IMPROVED by rocking a neckbeard. Look at him in that shot. Would you even hire that guy to get lunch for you?

Anyway, tonight’s game will go a long way to deciding the “winner” of the NFC North. This week’s SI confirmed, through tape study, what I suspected all year: that the Vikings only employ one route for Visanthe “Oops!” Siancoe (the seam route) and never throw downfield to anyone but Bernard Berrian. What a tough team to game plan for! They’re the children’s restaurant place mat of offensive scheming.