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This is probably the only post I’ll ever write about sports.
I never played sports, unless you count the one time I played field hockey in tenth grade and broke my little toe in the very first practice. I was the dorky kid who was in the dark room printing yearbook photos instead of whacking a ball around whilst wearing a short plaid kilt. Funny how the girls’ uniforms were so, so…small. I have always lacked balance, coordination, overall athletic prowess. Coupled with a severe dislike for all things sporty, it’s no surprise that I generally read trashy magazines while Mac Daddy watches <<insert “the game” here.>> I’m all about noshing on game day apps (that’s FOOD, not techie talk) and drinking a Fat Tire or two. I’ll gladly wear team regalia and cheer when everyone else whoops it up. Oddly enough, I always cry in sports movies and even found myself all choked up when little five year old Bird, clad in gray polyester baseball pants and a way-too-big orange jersey, was up to bat in pee wee T-ball.
I see the benefits of sports. I truly do appreciate the value and life lessons. I love the feeling of home team pride and camaraderie among fans. I get it. I’m bummed I never got to experience sports culture firsthand. I’m compensating for it now because I married a Cheesehead. There is no place on earth that emanates sports pride more glowingly than Lambeau Field. I’ve been there a few times and even kicked looked foolish trying to kick a field goal at the Packer Hall of Fame. I get sucked into the green and gold vortex and find myself suddenly really needing that big G quilted tea cozy, matching grill cover, and set of Christmas lights. Even Mac Daddy didn’t look at one single price tag as we all grabbed Packer paraphernalia as if we were competing in one of those stuff-everything-you-can-in-your-cart-in-one-minute game shows.
The boys had a blast at Lambeau Field. It’s no hyperbole to say that their reaction walking into the stadium was like some of the nuns we saw filing past the gates of Vatican City. Bird might have even wiped a tear from his eye. It was that or the blistery cold wind whipping us across the parking lot. Deal was an enthusiastic trooper, astounded that we were seeing the real field. The Packers do an outstanding job with their Hall of Fame. Even I, a sports version of a Luddite, was engrossed. And in typical Ilina character, I got weepy during the videos of the game day this and thats and upon seeing the three Lombardi trophies. We got to walk through the player tunnel and see the field from their perspective, minus 70,000 cheering, and perhaps slightly inebriated, fans. It was moving. Truly.
I am admittedly a Packer fan by marriage. But boy, I caught the green and gold bug. Having experienced the Green Bay Packers through victory and loss, I can say that the fans are the most passionate, dedicated, and loyal as they come. No sense in being a fair weather fan in a place that’s a tundra nine months out of the year. Fair weather is relative, right? There is certainly passion among Packers, and making room for another namesake Lombardi trophy would make tears flow in Titletown. Then again, it could also be that pesky wind. I mean, a grown man wouldn’t cry over a little football game, right? Um yeah, scratch that.
Bird and Deal are of course loyal Packer fans. Bird is currently obsessed with all things football. Deal has an old #4 Favre jersey that he wore when he was two that he tried to squeeze into for the playoff game against Chicago yesterday. Needless to say, he was stuck and needed help getting it off. We found a much more comfortable Aaron Rodgers T-shirt for him to wear. We all watched the game, though I did find time to catch up on some light reading too. It was a perfect way to spend a cold Sunday afternoon and really experience the glory of an obnoxious yet satisfyingly large TV. We all cheered when Raji made a touchdown, and beamed til our jaws ached when Rodgers kneeled to let time run out to cement a Packer win. Family bonding at its finest. Packer football at its finest hour. That’s what corporate schmoes call a win-win.
Now when I hear that loud dude yell, “Are you ready for some football?!” I’ll yell back an equally loud “Hell yea!”
On February 6 we’ll be donning our Packer pride and fighting over who gets to wear the Cheesehead (yes, we only have one!). We’ll serve up some bratwurst, cheese curds, and beer as we cheer our way to a Packer victory.
Miss Britt says
It was actually a trip to Green Bay that solidified my love for The Pack. Several years later, my dad took the man who had become his son-in-law, and suddenly my husband was a true packer backer too. 🙂
And yeah… there may have been a few tears Sunday.
Terese says
Your blog made me laugh today. I, too, decided to do field hockey one season. I never played, but I got to wear the uniform! LOL I didn’t do the yearbook, but I always was a thespian….always acting, singing, and dancing on stage! To top it off, I am a Steelers fan by “marriage” (we’ll be married in July). This Superbowl should be a good one!
Either way, I have always been and always will be a Giants fan….ha ha!
Lisa Sullivan says
I am a die-hard New England Patriots fan having grown up with the red, white, & blue themed Patriot moniker. BUT, because I love all things NFL football and even though my team is not in the big game this year, I too have decided that for the end of this season, I’ll proudly be a Cheesehead. I love the Packers history & I think Aaron Rodgers needs to lead his team to victory. He and they deserve it!
So, I join you and the fam today raising my glass of whatever with a rousing screaming …GO PACKERS! 🙂
Al_Pal says
Rad. We cheered for the Packers; one of our party guests grew up in [a suburb of] GB, and, of course, we all think Ben R. is a total douche. ;p
So, we were stoked for the win! The food and friends were our focus though. 😛