Because you never know

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MYRNA BROWN, HOST: Finally today, remembering a sports icon.

NICK EICHER, HOST:
Many kids grow up dreaming of championships. The game-winning goal in overtime. The walkoff home-run. The winning touchdown on fourth down. But WORLD Commentator Ted Kluck had a different dream: to play for coach Mike Ditka. Ditka died Friday at age 86.

For Ted, he was more than merely a football legend.

DITKA: I think anytime you compete, you compete with the idea you're trying to win, now you may not. Then if you don't win, you got to be a good sport about it.

TED KLUCK: My parents are from Chicagoland, Plainfield and Joliet, respectively, and I used to measure everything in my life on whether it happened before or after the Chicago Bears won the Super Bowl in 1985. As such, my dad taught me the core truths that Walter Payton, Dick Butkus, and Mike Ditka played football the way it was supposed to be played, and that Ditka, though he was from Aliquippa, Pa., was Chicago in every way that mattered. He was broad-shouldered and tough, and a bruiser, and he didn’t suffer fools or softness.

In many ways, Ditka was my first football coach. I wanted him to be proud of me, even though he didn’t know I existed, and I never met him.

When I was a kid, he co-owned a hot dog place called Ditka Dogs in Joliet or Schaumburg or Aurora or some other suburb, probably next to a Jewel-Osco. I used to love going there with my family, and I always hoped I would run into the coach and that he would ask me to suit up for the Bears that weekend.

Our weeks revolved around going home from church and eating pizza on the floor while we watched Payton, Jim McMahon, Dan Hampton, Steve McMichael, and their teammates playing the game the way it was supposed to be played. In doing so, we were also watching Ditka wearing a sweater, chomping gum, yelling, and probably throwing something.

You know all the pertinent information by now. Ditka, who played collegiately at Pitt, revolutionized the tight end position as a Chicago Bear and later as a Dallas Cowboy. He was the first tight end to detach himself from the hip of the offensive tackle. He invented the two-way go. He walked so that Gronk and Kittle could run, and was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame, the first tight end to receive that honor.

After his playing career was over, he wrote an impassioned letter to George Halas, asking for a chance to coach the Chicago Bears. The rest is NFL history. He built an iconic offensive line, the scariest defense in the league, and rode Walter Payton to a historic season in 1985.

I was in fourth grade. My classmates and I won a county lip sync battle performing the Super Bowl Shuffle. They call me Sweetness because I like to dance. I was young and life was full of possibilities. I was probably going to grow up and play for Ditka. I would live in Chicago and get the Tribune delivered every morning, like my grandpa did. I would play for the Bears and bleed and be a hero and get Coach Ditka to say good job, and then my life would mean something.

None of that happened.

Ditka went on to coach the New Orleans Saints in the late 1990s, when I was just out of college and playing semi-pro. I remember him removing a call sheet from beleaguered offensive coordinator Danny Abramowicz in the middle of a Saints game. I remember him indicating to a reporter that the reporter’s IQ was zero, but even in his meanness, there was a playfulness, an acknowledgment that we’re playing a game for money and it’s all a little crazy.

I wished the phone would ring in my apartment back then, and it would be Ditka growling into the phone, asking me to come south and block for Ricky Williams. That never happened either.

Today, at age 50, I will go to the gym on campus and hang clean alone and pass set alone on a little strip of AstroTurf in an upstairs gym, in an effort to stay dangerous and stay ready because you never know. I feel like Coach Ditka would approve of this, but this time, if the phone rings, it won’t be him, and that makes me sad.

I tell my film students that all great stories carry equal parts man’s total and inherited depravity and Imago Dei.

I think Ditka symbolized this perfectly. His life was a case study in hard work and toughness. He could dole out joy and compliments, but also vicious criticism in equal parts.

I’m told he dabbled in Christianity after 1985, and I hope he knew our Lord. I can’t imagine Mike Ditka dabbling in anything. I imagine he was either all in or all out.

Either way, rest in peace, Coach Ditka. You were the coach I never had.

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