I remember it so clearly. The year was 1985, and I was feeling the pre-show jitters of a Weed family dramatic production at our suburban Chicago home. I was dressed up in a Bears jersey and wore ginormous sunglasses in an attempt to resemble Jim McMahon. Look at me, mom! I’m doin’ the Super Bowl Shuffle! Good times. Fast forward 22 years, and here we go to the Super Bowl once more. Time to bust out my smooth moves again. Ditka! Sausage! Ditka! Da Bears! Ditka!