Living in Kenosha, WI, which is about as far southeast you can go in the state before you run into Illinois, means that it is perfectly okay to be either a Chicago Cubs fan OR a Milwaukee Brewers fan. In baseball, in southeast WI, there's no such thing as state loyalty. So, for me and most of my family we say "GO CUBS GO!". That said, however, it is not the same for the sport of football. It is not acceptable, for any reason, to be a Chicago Bears fan. If you breathe Wisconsin air, you are a Packer fan and god help anyone who cheers otherwise. And worse yet - any poor soul who says they like the Vikings...well, they should just run like hell until they are safely out of the state.
Which brings me to the point of this blog entry. Today was the start of Packer's training camp. We all waited to see if 'ol #4 was going to actually show up. He didn't. The debate of what to do with Brett Favre is hot and heavy here in Cheeseland. Some say "Let him come back!!" and other's say "Let him go!!!" and still others say "Let him come back but bench him!!" (as if that would ever happen...) I'm pretty jaded on Favre. You see, he's done this to us before. And, frankly, maybe it's just time to move on, give Rodgers the shot, and see what happens.
I used to think Favre was one of the last players who truly played, first and foremost, for the love of the game. But if that was the case, he could have stepped up and said "I just want to play. I'll sit the bench. Use me if you can. I just love the game, the Pack and Greenbay." Honestly, if he had done that, there's no way that he wouldn't be playing this year. We Cheeseheads would have given a collective "Ahhhh!!!" and he would have started and adios Rodgers. But that would be a perfect world and since this isn't, what he did was whine, complain, cry, taint his rep, and the reps of the Pack, and Greenbay. Yes, it must have been awfully "hard" on old Brett to show up in Greenbay to work and have all those tens of thousands of fans screaming his name and backing his every move with the kind of adulation generally saved for gods. Rough gig. Sorry we couldn't have made him feel more welcome. What a putz!
So, move on Mr. F! Greenbay should trade him, let him go be a Viking or a Patriot or whatever the hell else he might want to be. Let's get Rodgers in good shape and the team ready for the fray and, please, for the sake of the game, let's just move on.
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Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
The Magic Circle
I'm not sure if it's the same with other football fans but here in Wisconsin we are extremely superstitious. In addition to the usual (usual??) superstitions like making sure to wear the same socks for each game or bringing out the Packer prayer rug (Not kidding...these really exist) we have what we call "magic circles". This means that whoever was invited to watch the big game MUST be in attendance for the next one. The game has to be watched at the same place - no moving it to the local bar if you watched at home or moving it to someone else's house. This rule can only be broken if the original host becomes terminally ill and is unable to host the game party. Even if they are ill, if they are well enough to lay on the couch connected to life support - they host. Lucky food products have to be purchased - no changing the menu at the last minute. If you started the season with the hot wings, you end it with the hot wings. And, everyone has to sit in exactly the same place they sat at the last game. No exceptions - so get a comfy spot early in the season or you're going to have a sore ass by the playoffs.
Next week, the Pack takes on New York at Lambeau. (Oh the joy! Did I mention Dallas lost?) My family and a select few friends will be, once again, at my sister's home. We will have Brett Favre Beer Brats (Not making this up - we have those here in WI.), guacamole and chips, Greenbay Packer cookies, and (drum roll please) hot wings. We will also drink Brandy and the occasional beer. (Did you know Wisconsin consumes more Brandy than any other state? I'm not sure why...) We will wear our Packer gear - the EXACT same gear that we have been wearing to each game all season long. We choose our Packer wardrobe seriously because if the Pack has a good season, we'll be wearing it a long time! My sister's home will be a virtual shrine to the Packers. She will have her life size cut out of Brett Favre next to her fireplace. He will be wearing his Superbowl - New Orleans beads and have his Packer towel cast over his shoulder in a jaunty manner. On the side table, covered with a Packer table cloth, she will lovingly place every single newspaper that has ever had a headline about the Packers which will artfully surround a framed team photo signed by Mike McCarthy which she won in an auction. In front of this will be the unopened jar of Gilbert Brown peanut butter.
On the entertainment center, there will be every food product container that any Packer ever graced - baked beans, Wheaties, Campbell's soup cans, etc. Just below the rather large screen TV she will have hung Reggie White's jersey with the honor and reverence it so deserves. On the backs of the two couches will be, at least, 6 or 7 Packer blankets and she will have covered all the throw pillows with Packer t-shirts. We will sit in this order, from left to right, Kelly, Kathy, Terry, me, Carrie, Patsy, Peter, George. This is our sacred circle. We would like to be pleasant and invite more to join us but we cannot. That could mean disaster for the Pack. Those other people will have to find someplace else to watch the game. Get their own circle. We will be loud. The dog will have to be put in the basement for saefty purposes.
And, by god, the Pack will win!
Next week, the Pack takes on New York at Lambeau. (Oh the joy! Did I mention Dallas lost?) My family and a select few friends will be, once again, at my sister's home. We will have Brett Favre Beer Brats (Not making this up - we have those here in WI.), guacamole and chips, Greenbay Packer cookies, and (drum roll please) hot wings. We will also drink Brandy and the occasional beer. (Did you know Wisconsin consumes more Brandy than any other state? I'm not sure why...) We will wear our Packer gear - the EXACT same gear that we have been wearing to each game all season long. We choose our Packer wardrobe seriously because if the Pack has a good season, we'll be wearing it a long time! My sister's home will be a virtual shrine to the Packers. She will have her life size cut out of Brett Favre next to her fireplace. He will be wearing his Superbowl - New Orleans beads and have his Packer towel cast over his shoulder in a jaunty manner. On the side table, covered with a Packer table cloth, she will lovingly place every single newspaper that has ever had a headline about the Packers which will artfully surround a framed team photo signed by Mike McCarthy which she won in an auction. In front of this will be the unopened jar of Gilbert Brown peanut butter.
On the entertainment center, there will be every food product container that any Packer ever graced - baked beans, Wheaties, Campbell's soup cans, etc. Just below the rather large screen TV she will have hung Reggie White's jersey with the honor and reverence it so deserves. On the backs of the two couches will be, at least, 6 or 7 Packer blankets and she will have covered all the throw pillows with Packer t-shirts. We will sit in this order, from left to right, Kelly, Kathy, Terry, me, Carrie, Patsy, Peter, George. This is our sacred circle. We would like to be pleasant and invite more to join us but we cannot. That could mean disaster for the Pack. Those other people will have to find someplace else to watch the game. Get their own circle. We will be loud. The dog will have to be put in the basement for saefty purposes.
And, by god, the Pack will win!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Long weekends, too much booze and the amazing Favre...
Hello, my name is Mary and if I have another weekend like this one I may need AA!
Well, really, who could blame me! Yesterday the Greenbay Packers beat Seattle and are one step closer to the muthafuggin' Superbowl! AND...today Dallas lost! Wheeee HOOOOOO!!! I went to watch the game at my sister's house with a bunch of other out of their mind fans. I imbibed...much. But c'mon it was a party! And what a party! It was like watching great art seeing the Pack play at Lambeau in the snow. As a cheesehead, I can honestly tell you, we were in church worshipping at the altar of Lombardi. And it was loud...cuz' we imbibed...much. Hehe!
Today I went to my mothers house for lunch and to get some laundry done. It was just one of those days, you know...household chores, homemade French toast, oh...and martinis. Apparently my mom got this great Martini set for Christmas so we decided to break it all in today. We did our best to make sure that it worked. You know, it was all in the name of quality assurance and after several tests I can say with confidence that it is truly a high quality little set. Then Dallas lost. ( I just love saying that... Dallas lost... Dallas lost....yeah, that's pretty sweet to say... )
So this was one of those weekends that felt gloriously longer than usual. Saturday felt like it was Sunday and that made Sunday a nice surprise. And there was booze, which helps and Dallas lost (hehehe) and life is good, my friends, life is good.
Well, really, who could blame me! Yesterday the Greenbay Packers beat Seattle and are one step closer to the muthafuggin' Superbowl! AND...today Dallas lost! Wheeee HOOOOOO!!! I went to watch the game at my sister's house with a bunch of other out of their mind fans. I imbibed...much. But c'mon it was a party! And what a party! It was like watching great art seeing the Pack play at Lambeau in the snow. As a cheesehead, I can honestly tell you, we were in church worshipping at the altar of Lombardi. And it was loud...cuz' we imbibed...much. Hehe!
Today I went to my mothers house for lunch and to get some laundry done. It was just one of those days, you know...household chores, homemade French toast, oh...and martinis. Apparently my mom got this great Martini set for Christmas so we decided to break it all in today. We did our best to make sure that it worked. You know, it was all in the name of quality assurance and after several tests I can say with confidence that it is truly a high quality little set. Then Dallas lost. ( I just love saying that... Dallas lost... Dallas lost....yeah, that's pretty sweet to say... )
So this was one of those weekends that felt gloriously longer than usual. Saturday felt like it was Sunday and that made Sunday a nice surprise. And there was booze, which helps and Dallas lost (hehehe) and life is good, my friends, life is good.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
It's late...
And I should be sleeping but I had to stay up and watch the Packers play Dallas. Favre was hurt and out of the game. Rodgers came in and kicked some Cowboy butt but just couldn't pull it off. Weird how Favre has never won in Dallas. I think all that warm weather disagrees with him. Or maybe he gets distracted by the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. Whatever it is, I lost the bet with Tim S. and so I now have to write and record a song all about how "godlike" Tony Romo and his bullies are. I still say he's only as good as he is because he was raised on the fine cheese of Wisconsin!
I found out today that one of the articles I wrote at Helium.com may have been stolen. Alex found it on a site called Dog Monthly or something like that. It's a piece I wrote about a little dog I once had. On Helium, they can distribute the articles I submit to other sites but if they do, I get paid for them. I wasn't paid. I emailed the kind folks at Helium and they knew nothing about this so they are looking into for me so we'll see what happens with this. It's funny though. I've been writing the odd article at Helium just to get some more experience writing. I never even thought about trying to get something published and then this happens which makes me think that maybe, with the right audience, I could possible get something published once in a while. So, while I'm pissed that Dog Monthly just stole the article, I have to admit I'm also a wee bit honored that they thought it was good enough to take.
On a strange note, I got to work today and suddenly doubled over with the worst pain in my lower abdomen that I've ever felt in my life. It took my breath away. I have no idea what it was and in 15 minutes it was gone. A nurse who works with me says it could have been a kidney stone but I don't know. I haven't felt any pain at all for the rest of the day and, actually, I feel great! But the whole ordeal has turned me into the biggest hypochondriac ever - at least for today. And just to let you know how strong my mother's life lessons have influenced me - as I was sitting there, bent over in pain, thinking that maybe I should call an ambulance to take me to the ER, the very first thought I had was "Am I wearing the good underwear today or did I put on a pair of the old, stretched out old ones." Ah, yes, Mom always knows best!
I found out today that one of the articles I wrote at Helium.com may have been stolen. Alex found it on a site called Dog Monthly or something like that. It's a piece I wrote about a little dog I once had. On Helium, they can distribute the articles I submit to other sites but if they do, I get paid for them. I wasn't paid. I emailed the kind folks at Helium and they knew nothing about this so they are looking into for me so we'll see what happens with this. It's funny though. I've been writing the odd article at Helium just to get some more experience writing. I never even thought about trying to get something published and then this happens which makes me think that maybe, with the right audience, I could possible get something published once in a while. So, while I'm pissed that Dog Monthly just stole the article, I have to admit I'm also a wee bit honored that they thought it was good enough to take.
On a strange note, I got to work today and suddenly doubled over with the worst pain in my lower abdomen that I've ever felt in my life. It took my breath away. I have no idea what it was and in 15 minutes it was gone. A nurse who works with me says it could have been a kidney stone but I don't know. I haven't felt any pain at all for the rest of the day and, actually, I feel great! But the whole ordeal has turned me into the biggest hypochondriac ever - at least for today. And just to let you know how strong my mother's life lessons have influenced me - as I was sitting there, bent over in pain, thinking that maybe I should call an ambulance to take me to the ER, the very first thought I had was "Am I wearing the good underwear today or did I put on a pair of the old, stretched out old ones." Ah, yes, Mom always knows best!
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