Mike Ditka likes Matthew Stafford, but the coach has some important fashion advice for the Detroit Lions quarterback.
Legendary former Bears coach Mike Ditka wants to see all Super Bowls played in ideal conditions.
Tim Baffoe lists all the reasons why the Bears would be a great on “Hard Knocks” this summer.
While the rest of the panel of ESPN’s NFL Countdown on Saturday was breaking down the Saints-Eagles, Mike Ditka talked about Kansas City Chiefs defensive tackle Dontari Poe after apparently reading from the wrong note card.
In Mike Ditka’s defense, acting as a spokesman for hundreds of products both locally and nationally has to be taxing.
Ho, ho, ho! Baffoe Claus here. I’m way better than Ditka Claus because I don’t smell like cigars, I haven’t been compromised by endorsement commitments (yet), and children are genuinely happy when I show up to their homes bearing gifts (pizza is the greatest gift of all; wine for children, not so much).
While a lot of focus was on some more popular clips of Ditka the player and Ditka the coach, I feel much of the true Ditka was not highlighted enough Monday
The Bears did not punt and did not commit a turnover for the first time in franchise history.
It’s Alshon, and Jeffery. Not that hard, really.
Gov. Quinn calls Mike Ditka “the best tight end of all time.” And he says he “molded and guided arguably the best football team,” referring to the 1985 Super Bowl champs.
Ditka is binary, obtuse and a caricature.
Now, Ditka called Martin a “baby” and said he wouldn’t want him on his team.
And why doesn’t Richie Incognito like himself? Why is he obviously such a screwed up individual?
Mike Ditka’s main mission on Wednesday was selling sausage.
Mike Ditka showed up today at the Vienna Beef Factory on the North Side, where fans lined up to taste his new trademark sausages.
Welp, it’s true. Haters are indeed going to hate.
lot has changed at the newly renovated Halas Hall, but for a moment Tuesday, the practice field had a look from 20 years ago.
Mike Ditka and Vienna Beef; it could be a sausage marriage made in Chicago heaven.
I have no clue what the deal is with Marc Trestman, but I’ve decided I’m going to try to enjoy it.
That’s what happens when both baseball teams are in the process of being sold for scrap.