Papa has not been sleeping during my long hiatus from posting content. As usual there has been a lot of thinking going on. Sight Point is an atmosphere conducive to contemplation. My return to posting after months is not attributable to releasing pent up wisdom. Rather, there is an internal need to pay homage to a bear. It is a good way to come out of my personal hibernation.
Do not be shocked that Papa is going to say something positive about a Chicago Bear. It is good to have a tiny bit of tolerance. I post today because of a vivid memory from 1963. A football fan’s spirit can rise or fall or soar or be crushed a zillion times. All the good times or bitter losses soon fade. However, I have a few football moments that are seared into my memory. When the man who cemented one such memory recently died I wanted to pay tribute to him by telling you of a chilly day at Camp Randall. One particular play impressed me so much that I am reminded that there are many great players but only a few are super great.
I assume Papa was hoping for a comeback win when I saw a Wisconsin back scoot around end with what appeared to be a path towards the end zone. Maybe I was in section S or T because the angle of my vision showed only a few Illinois players with slim hopes of stopping the Badger runner. The rise and fall of hope. From the corner of my eye I saw a blur going from left to right across the field. To this day I believe he came fom the other hash mark. Any dream of a win was obliterated by a crushing tackle at the sideline. He came like an arrow across the field and hit his target dead center. I recall thinking that was one hell of a football player. I had to look at the program to match his number with a name. That man was Dick Butkus.