The greatness of 'Sweetness'
It was Nov. 20, 1977, and the Chicago skies were a typically ghostly gray, the winds howling off the lakefront, the scent of snow in the air.
"Do we really want to go to this game, guys?" Dad asked my younger brother and me.
It was a good question. We weren't really Bears fans, having moved one year earlier from New York, where our allegiances went to our
beloved New York Football Giants. And, frankly, the Bears were a team
virtually devoid of flair, a regular loser ...
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