Tarik Cohen = A Mensch

Am I really going to write two consecutive blogs that involve the Chicago Bears and don’t reference this, this, this or this?

Remarkably, the answer is yes.

What could possibly take a Packers minority owner down this admittedly precipitous path?

A unique situation.

The first blog afforded the opportunity to out Mike Ditka as a valet line skipper and take a shot at his mustache but still have the class to refrain from calling him portly, and this one centers around a Bears running back by the seemingly non Gentile name of Tarik Cohen.

I doubt such a strange confluence of events will ever happen again.

As you can imagine, there was much initial hope and speculation that Cohen was Jewish. Alas, he is not.

He is, though, an eternally great sport, and several months ago he shleped to New York City to appear on the “Simms and Lefkoe Show” and go through their “Jewish Combine.” I will never know how it took me all these months to become aware of the segment. I guess I must have been distracted by this.

The three go on to kibbitz for five minutes – it’s quite the memorable shtick, certainly worth kvelling about.

The feature includes Cohen’s reaction to tasting lox (he thinks it is sushi), a pastrami and rye (he asks for cheese and mayo) and matzo ball soup (it's like chicken noodle soup).

Then the hosts ask him the meaning of three Jewish words. Surprisingly, one of the words is not mishegas but far from me to kvetch as this is hardly a tsuris.

The segment closes with Cohen receiving his personal yamaka, or as he puts it, “his fitted cap.”

Mazel Tov on a great segment. You three have some telegenic Shayna Punims.

And Tarik Cohen you are a mensch; a mensch I tell you.

Enjoy the video below.

L’Chaim.