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When that Ditka Christmas present becomes your daughter’s ugly sweater

Her eyes lit up as she looked through my closet and excitedly pulled out my old sweater.
My oldest daughter, who was a freshman or sophomore in high school at the time, stumbled upon my favorite Christmas present form my Grandma Jean, and it immediately brought me back to Christmas Eve of 1986 or 1987.
After all the presents were opened, my grandma let me in on a secret. The present she got me was something she had run out and get in the last second. That is because she figured the first present she ordered for me was too big, and she was going to send it back.
But she let me check it out anyway.
My eyes lit up as I saw the navy-blue sweater with “Bears” written across the front of it in white. It had orange stripes on top and on the bottom of the Bears. It also had orange and white stripes around the sleeves.
It was the sweater that Mike Ditka wore as the Bears destroyed the Patriots 46-10 in Super Bowl XX. Well, it was almost the one that Ditka wore. This one had sleeves, while Da Coach wore a sweater vest.
His assistants, though, wore the exact same sweater my grandma was showing me. That includes defensive coordinator Buddy Ryan, the architect of the famed 46 Defense.
My grandma let me try the sweater on. It was a little big, but it was close enough. I gave my grandma the biggest hug of my life when she told me I got to keep it.
I wore it that night when we went to my other grandparents’ house. I wore it the next day, and the next and maybe even the next.
That sweater did not just come to mind because Ditka passed away just a few days shy of his 87th birthday last Friday. I was thinking about that sweater a few weeks ago when my youngest daughter, who is now a junior in high school, asked me why I care so much about the Chicago Bears.
We are not from Chicago, and we have no family from that area.
Logically, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense how so much of my life can revolve around a football team, especially when I literally never met a single player on the team. It is silly that my day can be ruined by a loss, especially one like Sunday in Lambeau Field.
I told her that my bond with the Bears goes well beyond any geographical connection. Being a Bears fan is woven so deeply into my identity. It has been for as long as I can remember.
The Bears are my team because they are my dad’s team. Even when the Bears were horrible in when I picked them sometime in the 1970s, the Bears were our special bond. They still are.
I loved cheering for the same team as my dad — on that rare occasion they were on television. It was better than cheering for a winning team like the Cowboys, as my front-running older brother did.
I loved the color combination of the Bears. I loved the name of the city. I loved the picture of the bear mascot. More than anything, I loved Walter Payton, and I loved his No. 34. It didn’t matter if they were no good, the Bears were my team for life.
Then the 1985 Bears happened. The team shuffled to the Super Bowl victory behind a cast of characters that quarterback Jim McMahon compared to the movie “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.”
In addition to the incomparable Payton and the Punky QB, the Bears had a cast of characters that included Steve “Mongo” Michael, William “The Refrigerator” Perry and “Samari” Mike Singletary. They beat the heck out of everybody, and they had fun doing it.
That cast was held together by “Iron” Mike Ditka, the hard-nosed, non-nonsense coach whose team won despite a whole lot of nonsense, like recording a rap video about winning Super Bowl in early December.
That team meant so much to me. Not only did they beat the Cowboys, giving me my first victory over my older brother, they humiliated them 44-0 in Dallas.
The 1985 Bears represented everything I wanted to be. I wanted to be humble like Payton, but I also wanted to never be afraid to speak my mind like McMahon and Ditka.
McMahon taught me to never give a rip what others think about me, and Ditka introduced me to the song “My Way” by Frank Sinatra. That’s how I wanted to live. My way.
For 41 years, I have been chasing the feeling that the 1985 Bears gave me. Those 41 years featured a whole lot more humiliation and heartbreak than they did good times, but I still watch each and every week.
Most of those games were watched with my dad or while talking to him on the phone for most of the game.
We still live and die with the team even after idiot Michael McCaskey fired Ditka in January of 1993. That felt like a close family member died.
Those years with Ditka — and the decades after him —always provided a conversation starter between my dad and me. When we got into a fight and didn’t talk for a few days, the impasse never ended with an apology or an “I love you.”
It usually ended with a sentence like, “Who do the Bears play this week?” If it was in the offseason, it might start with, “Did you see who the Bears signed?”
Sentences like that could usually be directly translated into “I’m sorry” and “I love you,” and we both understood that.
Good or bad, the Bears always give my dad and me something to talk about. They healed a lot of wounds that might not have been healed otherwise. The Bears are a part of us.
Last Friday, I called to tell my dad to tell him some bad news. Ditka passed away, and that one really stung both of us. He was a central figure in our lives, even if we never met him.
Ditka had not coached in Chicago since the 1992 season, but he still represents everything that is good about the Chicago Bears. He always will.
He was the tough-as-nails Hall of Fame tight end for Papa Bear Hallas, helping deliver the 1963 NFL title. He was the unapologetic coach who later took the franchise from the outhouse to the penthouse.
Iron Mike embodied the ‘City of Big Shoulders,” and he is the reason so many of us who never lived in Chicago still cheer for the Bears, even if we cannot convince our daughters that we are not just lunatics.
All of that pretty much fell on deaf ears for my youngest daughter, who could not possibly care less about football or any other sport. We will never bond over the Bears like her brother and I do, and that is fine. We have a lot of other close connections.
For a moment, though, I thought I had her older sister when she pulled out that old Ditka sweater.
“I have to go to a Christmas party,” she said. “Can I wear this?”
“Of course,” I said, beaming that my daughter seemed to love the sweater as much as I did when I first saw it. Then she added one more sentence that broke my heart in two.
“It’s an ugly sweater party.”
— This Bill Foley, who can still sing every word of the Super Bowl Shuffle, can be reached at foles74@gmail.com. Follow him at twitter.com/Foles74 or Bluesky at @foles74.bsky.social. Listen to him on the ButteCast on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or wherever you find your favorite podcasts.
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Episode No. 390: Alani Bankhead

Alani Bankhead makes her return to the ButteCast today. This time, she is appearing in person.
The Democratic nominee to represent Montana in the United States Senate was in the Mining City Monday for a campaign event. First, she stopped by the Metals Sports Bar & Grill for a conversation in the vault.
Alani is in the middle of one of the weirdest races in Montana political history. She is the Democratic candidate, but so many of the Democratic old guard is supporting a supposed independent candidate in the race. So, she is facing attacks from all directions as she runs to represent the people of her adopted home state.
No, Alani is not a Montana native. She hasn’t lived her for a very long time. But Montana is the first place this decorated Air Force veteran chose to live.
Yes, Alani is pro-choice, and yes, she says no to data centers in Montana. Actually, she says hell no.
As I was leaving Metals following this conversation, I spoke with a tried -and-true Democrat who said she was voting for the independent candidate. She said thought Alani was bought and paid for by MAGA.
That made me laugh out loud because nothing could be further from the truth. Don’t listen to the silly attack adds brought to you by dark money. Don’t believe the writing on the dozen or so mailers we get every single day. This is your chance to listen to the candidate directly as we talk about the issues.
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Episode No. 389: Peyton Meyer

This special Saturday Night edition of the ButteCast does not have a whole lot to do with the Mining City.
But it is a story you definitely want to hear.
Tonight’s guest is Peyton Meyer, a freshman on the East Helena High School golf team. A few weeks ago, I wrote about Payton after he sent me a letter thanking me for putting his name in a story about the Beaverhead Invitational golf tournament.
It is very rare for a sportswriter to get such a thank you note from a young athlete. It is rare enough to get one from a parent. So, Peyton’s note was touching. It made me think that Peyton must be one remarkable young man.
I had no idea just how remarkable.
On June 12, 2025, Payton was involved in a serious bicycle accident. The front tire fell of the electronic bike he was riding. Peyton went over the handlebars and hit his head. The force of the crash cracked his helmet from front to back, and Peyton was knocked unconscious.
He spent more than a week in the children’s intensive care unit at Harborview Medical Center in Seattle.
Before the injury, Peyton was a football player. He played quarterback, and he had dreams of playing college football. Suffering a traumatic brain injury, however, did not end his dreams of competing in college sports. It just shifted his focus from football to golf.
Over the last year, the straight-A student poured all his extra time into golf. He played a lot of golf. More importantly, he practiced all the time. He went from shooting in the high 90s to playing with a single-digit handicap.
His family moved from Seattle to the Helena area in February, and Peyton tried out for the East Helena golf team. He was one of 19 golfers to try out, and he earned one of the five varsity spots.
This season saw him finish in the top five at a tournament three times. He posted five top-15 performances.
Unfortunately, he did not play well when the Eastern A Divisional tournament was played at his home course, the Fox Ridge Golf Course. He missed qualifying for the Class A State tournament.
But his hopes are still high as he heads into an offseason in which he plans to continue his devotion to the game of golf.
Instead of watching football in the rain today, I drove to Helena to meet with Peyton at the Fox Ridge Golf Course for a fun conversation.
Listen in to hear him tell the story of his accident and his recovery. Listen how he simply shifted his focus to football to golf. Listen in to hear why you want to be cheering for Peyton as he moves forward with his high school career.
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