Ditka orders a mug of ale immediately.
"Ah!" he exclaims, smacking his lips, "nothing better than the hair of the dog that bit ya to get the morning back into proper perspective!"
He smiles broadly at his companions and ask if they'll join him in a drink of celebration.
They are not really sure. It is morning after all and none of them have had a proper breakfast.
Without giving them time to reply, Ditka calls out, "Bartender!" Another round!"
When the Innkeeper brings him a fresh mug, Ditka leans seriously toward the edge of the table and peeks at the bartender out of one eye. Grinning, he asks, almost in a whisper...
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