'Twas the Night Before Ditka

Southside blogging here.  Night in The Ridge, old school.  I'll rehash a Christmas sonnet I reworked a few years back.  Bears-centric, god we're awful this year.

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
The creatures were drinking and Malone was soused.
The Old Style sat in the Fridge with care,
With hopes that Saint Ditka soon would be there.

Malone was all nestled, passed out in his bed,

Visions of Comic Books danced in his head.

Boba Fett in his kerchief, Yoda in his cap,

He'd just settled down for an alcoholic nap.

When out of the pool hall there arose such a clatter,
Malone leapt, ok rolled, from his bed to see what's the matter!
Away to the window, he ripped open the sash,
Unfortunate because he had on no pants.

And what to his nearsighted eyes would appear,
But a Minature Ditka and Eight Tiny BEARS!
With skin so orange and a moustache so quick,
He knew in a moment, it must be St. DIT - ka.

Hungry and lean, his Bears they did shuffle,
And he whistled and shouted and broke up a scuffle,
Now Otis, now Hampton, now Mongo and Willie
On Fencik, on Payton, on Colonel and Suhey

To the line of the goal, to the mark of the down,
Dash away, Blitz away, Sack away all!
And then in a twinkling, Malone heard on the roof,
The slurred speech pattern of Da Coach fleet of foot.

As Malone tripped on his books and twisted around,
In through the door Ditka came with a bound,
He was dressed in his sweater, looking his best,
Sunglasses, Chewing Gum, and BEARS across his chest.

A Shiny Silver ball, he had hung at his side,
Like a wonderful omen, he smiled with pride,
His eyes, they were squinty, his dimples how merry!
His skin was like orange, his nose like a cherry!

His mouth had a cigar, chomping away,
His hair was slicked back, like it was every day.
He had a thick moustache and a bit of a belly,
That shook when he cursed, like a bowl full of Jelly.

Loud and obnoxious, the perfect coach for Da Bears,
Malone laughed when he saw him, in spite of his tears.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the liquor,
Grabbed some ice, then said with a snicker,

"You laugh at me again, and I'll kick your ass!",
Then took a swig from the Scotch in his glass.

He sprang to his ride, not leaving a present,
Just drank the booze and left a stale cigar scent
Malone heard him exclaim as Da Bears flew out of sight,
"We became a team today, and to all a good night!"

MotD: The People vs. Larry Flynt

I like Woody Harrelson, so I think that went a long way towards me enjoying this.  The story just struck me as a super sugarcoated version of Larry Flynt's life.  He's presented as a saint who's fighting for the freedom of Americans and not just someone who likes money and beaver shots.  Now, that may be the case, I genuinely don't know much about the man, but the movie just smelt of sugar coating.  It's genuinely CRAZY that they never caught the guy that shot him.  That's nuts.  Never knew that.  I do remember Courtney Love getting accolades when this came out for her performance.  Honestly, she was "eh" until her role called for her to be a coked out whore with AIDS.  Then she was most convincing.  Shocker, I know.  Good movie, kept a nice pace with solid performanes.