It's 2002 and the Bears had just helped New England win by calling a timeout in the last minute as the Patriots drove for the game-winning TD.
Def. Co. Greg Blache is in near meltdown with about 40 reporters standing around him in the locker room. He rants for about 30-40 seconds about how much heart the defense has and blah, blah, blah. He's in PC mode but clearly pissed off at the defense. He ends his excuse-making with "we were just in bad position," to explain the timeout.
Then he stops. No one says anything for what seems like 10 seconds but is probably only two or three, and I, thinking someone has to keep the rant going, blurt "But should you have even been in that position?"
A TV lady behind me actually gasped. Rick Morrisey looked at me like I was the anti-Christ. Peter King choked on his sandwich.
Blache's head spins around Linda Blair-like as he assimilates the ridiculous question (it's the only thing that popped into my head).
He screams, and I mean screams, "You know, maybe you ought to be some kind of big-time writer, working for a big-time magazine somewhere. But no, you work for whoever you work for.* We have to deal with what we've got," before railing on some of his DB's (R.W. McCouldn'tcoveratable being one) and then his entire defense for five or six minutes. He was so mad, he just wouldn't shut up.
It was incredible. Everyone led with the implosion. But I was so mortified by the question, which was stupid to the nth degree, I couldn't enjoy it until about a week later.
I guess sometimes bad questions get good results.
*Since I was stringing for the AP, he had no idea who I was.