We were in the airport in Connecticut when the Mrs. stopped the man who had been sitting behind her and said, “Are you really Mike Ditka?”
He assured her that he is while she just stared up at him. She sat down again with her mouth open and her eyes big as saucers. She was star struck. She had just seen a football god. She got to ride on the same airplane as him.
I was very proud of her in the fact that she did not grovel or ask for an autograph.
She has a very special memory from her trip now.
