Jim McMahon was indeed a punky QB, as he says in the infamous Super Bowl Shuffle. Everyone thought he wore his ever-present sunglasses to be cool, but truth be told, he wore them because of an eye injury (fork to the eye back in his youth). He was the epitome of cool, nonetheless.
He led the Bears to the Super Bowl, in a season full of excitement such as the Bears hadn’t seen in many years. He rallied the troops and made super stars out of many of them. He added pizzazz to an old fuddy duddy team. His antics with Coach Ditka were legendary. The world will never forget the 1985 Bears.
But Jim McMahon just might. He has early onset dementia, mostly likely caused by the many hits he took on the football field. Back in 1985, many idolized him. If they saw Jim McMahon today, many would not recognize him, and many would pity him. He is a broken man, both physically and mentally. He sacrificed a lot for his notoriety and party days. I saw a documentary on him last year. It made me sad, thinking that this is what happens after your fifteen minutes of fame. So many football players suffering the same fate. He was so good. So very, very good. His play both on and off the field are the stuff dreams are made of, for many men. I hope he still remembers, in his dreams.
I don’t think he will ever be forgotten, even if he forgets us. Rock on, Jimmy Mac, rock on.