The Bridgewater Underground Bids You Adieu

I awoke in a comfortable, modern bed that sits in a comfortable, modern bedroom, that is part of a comfortable, modern building that has hot running water, electricity, and all the amenities of the 21st century. Sure, there's still a lot of work to be done, a lot of infrastructure that needs to be repaired post-Revolution, but man...what a time to be alive.  The nightmares are gone, but the troubles remain. The troubles will always be there, they just take a different shape and form.

Once we had toppled the Old Guard, I don't think any of us realized that the transition from Revolution to Legitimate Government would be as difficult as the Revolution itself. Man, it's easy to rile up the masses, especially when they feel they've been cheated out of the basics of good quarterback play their whole life. It's easy to get them to rally around The Cause, and even to go to war over it, if necessary.

The Cause.

It started more as an Idea, but quickly grew into something that grew even faster than the most ardent revolutionaries could've imagined. From the moment we heard that in other lands the people enjoyed quarterback play, and we tapped in to forbidden short wave transmissions and hacked in to foreign TV feeds to confirm this was true, The Idea became The Movement. The Movement became The Cause. And The Cause became The Revolution.

¡Viva la Revolución!

But once we took over, the transition to governance wasn't easy, far from it. Look, it's easy to topple a government that was practically begging to be overthrown (there's a Josh Freeman joke here somewhere, I just know it), but once that happens...there's no one to blame but you if things go wrong. So from those heady days of overthrow and victory parades, we had to figure out how to run a country, and we had to do it without too many things going wrong.

Because when things go wrong, an idea can form. And then transition quickly to a Movement, a Cause, and then the next thing you know you're in a 'Quarterback Re-Education Center' watching 16 mm game film of Joe Kapp, Fran Tarkenton, and Tommy Kramer. And you're trying to tell yourself that the Marcus Mariota Movement isn't a revolution, just a couple of peasants in neon green pants made by Nike.

So we had to move pretty quick. We secured Atlanta in the most William Tecumseh Sherman-esque was possible. I mean we literally fire bombed them and left that team a pile of smoking rubble. But we had suffered some losses there, and sent an ill-equippd and unprepared unit to Green Bay, and we lost almost all of the gains in the previous week. Two more setbacks against Detroit and Buffalo put the Revolution itself in peril, but we learned from those mistakes and are now well on our way to a stable, productive government.

We still have a lot of work to do, though. Our ground forces need to be replenished, and our air attack is just okay. Together, they're productive enough, but we need to get better in both areas. We also need to upgrade the linebacker infrastructure, but we've already started that project, and it should be finished come April, hopefully.

So it appears that the Teddy Bridgewater Underground is no more, and this shall be the last update. Not because we don't believe in The Cause or The Movement, but because we are no longer in the shadows. We no longer have to agitate from the sideline, because we are in the arena, running the show. And the trains are running on time.

Although we've stubbed our toe a couple times, we're going to be fine. Just fine.

¡Viva la Teddy Bridgewater Revolución!