The Book of St.Mark and the Chicago Bears.

I have this urge to blog about something historical. I have been hearing about it all week at my house. It's a family affair, with us and our Bears. So, when I say "we," I mean the Bears.

Beautiful game. I still have the program on the bookshelf in the living room. Super Bowl XX.

I was talking to a friend tonight about the upcoming game between the Steelers and the Seahawks, and it is the Seahawks first ever super bowl. I immediately thought of the '85 Bears. It was our first ever super bowl, and we won it. No, no, we dominated it, with a score of 46-10, the largest margin of victory in a super bowl to that point. Down with the Patriots, DOWN!

And I had the little itty bitty thought that the Seahawks could win it, you know first time they went, they could pull what the Bears did. Then I sat here thinking, "wait we had alot more on our team back then than the Seahawks do now."


We had Walter Payton (left #34), "Sweetness," the greatest running back who ever lived. Gained more yard than any running back in the history of the NFL.

William Perry, "The Refridgerator," a rookie wide reciever, and a buscuit shy of 400 pounds. Man, that guy was huge. Couldn't find a picture of him.

Jim McMahon (left#9), probably not the best quarterback ever, that belongs to Dan Marino, Had a little bit of an ego, still does, but he went off on his own without any instructions from Ditka and he got the job done.

One of the things I see in the 1985 Bears that isn't in alot of teams now is personality. That team had so much personality it was like one big happy family. Ditka being the head of the house.

Now I wanna curl up on the couch with mom and a bowl of popcorn and watch some football.

I'm done now.