Growing up, Sunday afternoons in the fall was one of my favorite times of the year. After a busy morning at church and a nice Sunday dinner, it was football time. I learned early on that it was completely acceptable to be in your own home watching the Vikings on TV while screaming at the television for two and a half hours. If we were lucky, Confirmation day fell on a good football day so we went to open houses; watched football; AND got cake. Score.
There were always friendly jabs between my dad and my Uncle who has been a Shareholder of the Packers since he was born…or shortly after. As I got older, when the Vikings would beat the Packers, I’d give my Uncle a friendly call. Being young and stupid, I didn’t realize the depths of fandom these Packer fans have for their boys. See, I grew up with perspective. I cheer for the Vikings, but when they lose, I’m okay. My life isn’t affected. At all. See how that works?
Not so in Packerland. The large majority of these people are nuts. Yup. Nuts. Did you know that many people here HATE Brett Farve. SRSLY?! As best as I can understand, see, he went and played with another team. Uhhhhh…hokaaaayyyyy. And after that he went and played for ANOTHER team. UmKay. Just so I’m clear, the man who allowed you people to finally take the bags off your heads can’t go play for another team who not only wants him, but will PAY him? Interesting.
And now we live in thick of it. And now we have Facebook. So during each and every game, the status updates light up praising or trashing the Pack. It’s something to behold, being face to face with the zealotry that is, The Packer Nation. Today will be a good day, the Packers won. And my Vikings lost. Bummer…but I’m okay.
On another note, if you haven’t had bacon stuffed peppers on your gameday tray, you’ve failed. It’s tasty!
“Athletic competition clearly defines the unique power of our attitude.”