The time? The mid-60's.
The place? The suburbs of Chicago IL, better known as the home of the "Monsters Of The Midway", the Chicago Bears.
The scene? Jimmy "Mac" McMahon and William "the Fridge" Perry meet for the first time.
And the rest, as they say, is geography.
"加倍努力,芝加哥熊,做每戲劇扫清道路到勝利; 加倍努力,芝加哥熊,那么無所畏懼举起與威力的一次戰鬥。 We' ll從未忘記您興奮有您的T形成的國家的方式。 加倍努力,芝加哥為什麼負擔,並且告诉他們you' 再佩帶冠。 You' 關於伊利諾伊自豪感和喜悅,芝加哥熊,下來熊。"
Oh, that? That's the words to "Bear Down, Chicago Bears", the Bears' fight song, in Traditional Chinese, just in case you're ever in Beijing, watching the Bears kick the noodles outta' the Vikings.
Okay, you cry babies, never let it be said that your Pope didn't look after you; here it is in English as well.
"Bear down, Chicago Bears, make every play clear the way to victory;
Bear down, Chicago Bears, put up a fight with a might so fearlessly.
We'll never forget the way you thrilled the nation with your T-formation.
Bear down, Chicago Bears, and let them know why you're wearing the crown.
You're the pride and joy of Illinois, Chicago Bears, bear down."
Fridge: "So, where we goin'?"
Jimmy Mac: "Goin' to see a friend of mine, lives over on the next block. His name is Walter."
Fridge: "Can he play ball?"
Jimmy Mac: "Yeah, a little."
1985. What a magical time in the Windy City.
Thanks again, guys.
Love and Mr. Halas,
PJTT
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(Notice I said please.)
To those of you who are new to "the Pope" and the "AJATTWC", the following various posts are the official communications of yours truly, Pope John The Tall, or as I'm known in many circles, PJTT.
I aspired to the position of Pope of the AJATTWC several years ago, after the Roman Catholics elected Joseph Ratzinger, a German Cardinal, as their Pope; I figured if he could do it, so could I.
Despite what would seem to be a "religious" theme, I try not to play favorites: I'm satirical/irreverent about everything, in an attempt to give my readers a few yucks; that is the goal. If I haven't made you laugh, well, I tried, and I hope I'm given an "A" for the effort. (Or at least a really solid "C".)
I further hope that my faithful readers (all several of them) and any of you who wander in from the cold of the Internet, will derive much solace and spiritual awakening from my timeless prose, and, as I so often refer to it, the "soothing balm of Johnism"; if you don't, how sad for you, because I'm a pretty funny guy. (My daughter tells me, regularly, that I'm "silly"; I suspect that she's right.)
Please note that everything on my blog is meant to be fun, and in no way insulting to anyone, unless of course you're a politician, then you can assume I intended to insult you. (Hey, it goes with the job, guys; if you can't take the heat, then the harder they fall.)
Never mind.
Anyway, welcome and thanks for stopping by; please feel free to peruse to your heart's content (there is a large archive of my past posts, going back several hundred years, in the right-hand column), and please be sure to make a large donation at the door as you leave. (It's tax-deductible.)
Speaking of leaving, as I make my exit, and probably none too soon, here's something from the Book of Excretions, Apollo 13: Dodgers 6...
"Blessed are the lazy, for although they don't accomplish much, they're well rested."
Enjoy. (Or don't, it's still a free country. It is still a free country, isn't it? They haven't changed that as far as I know, have they?)
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