Ditka doesn't worry about changing his clock twice a year for daylight savings time. The sun rises and sets when Ditka tells it to.
I was on a flight with Ditka once. I knew there was no way that plane was going to crash.
Whoever was supposed to meet him was late and Ditka was cursing a blue streak into his phone. I know, it's hard to imagine Ditka swearing
I have spent several enjoyable evenings at Ditka's in Chicago, and the man is there almost -every- night, usually with random blondes. I can't say I'd want him as a Godfather for my kids or anything, but he was a hell of a coach. Unlike the current doofus taking up space in Halas Hall... But that's another thread.