Go Packers!

I became aware of professional football during the Lombardi era, when the Packers played half their home games in Milwaukee.  And although I have only attended one Packer game in my entire life (they lost), I am, and I will always be, a Packer Backer, a Cheese Head, a die-hard fan.

I watch and cheer for the Pack on TV every chance I get.  I don’t care too much about divisional standings, or the play-offs, because, to me, the Packers are the best there is, no matter what the score.  In fact, they sometimes let the other team win, so they won’t feel bad.  That’s just what kind of guys they are.

I’m not good with names, so I can’t keep track of the players.  Aaron Rogers is the only player I can name for sure, and he didn’t play most of the season.

My favorite son-in-law is a rabid Bears fan.  Fan, as in fanatic.  To keep him calm when we watch a game together, I cheer for the Bears.  Unless, of course, the Bears are playing the Packers.  For past several weeks, neither the Packers nor the Bears have been in the picture.  I had no team to cheer for.

Then my baby sister came along.  By birth, she should be a Packer fan, but she lives in Minnesota, and has been lured into the Viking tribe.  Apparently she prefers gold and purple, over gold and green.  Awhile back she told me about a tail-gate party her family was planning for an up-coming game.  I watched that game, but I didn’t recognize any one in the crowd.

The Vikings played a fantastic game.  I had found a new team to cheer for, the Vikings!  Now I’m not saying the Vikings are as good as the Packers.  They certainly aren’t, but they could provide me a team to cheer for until the Pack takes the field next season.  So I enlisted as a temporary Vikings fan.  I watched their games and cheered them on.

And boy, did they let me down yesterday.  I can see losing a hard fought match, like between the Patriots and Jaguars.  But going down 38 to 7 is deplorable, to quote a former presidential candidate.  I’m sticking with Green Bay all way next year.