Packers Craziness
If the Green Bay Packers win todays game againt the New York Giants I will be living in complete chaos for the next two weeks.
My wife is a hard core Pack fan. She has over fifteen jerseys, tee-shirts and sweat shirts in her closet. She owns a cheesehead. Apparently, her actions over the next weeks will have a direct affect on the game. Every action will be weighed on it’s merits vis-a-vis the big game.
“Should we go to the store and get groceries?”
“Maybe we should wait and then pick up a party tray for the game.”
“But the game isn’t for four more days and there is nothing to eat.”
“Okay, we’ll go to the store as soon as the expose on A.J. Hawk is over, but we have to be back in time to see the program about the history of Lambeau Field.”
My alarm clock will go off. I’ll get dressed for work and come kiss my wife on the cheek. She’ll adjust in her sleep and say “Go Pack Go” before my kiss fully wakes her.
Game time itself will bring out the religious in her like I won’t see again for years. Superstitious voodoo. They didn’t get the first down because the ‘bad call’ brick wasn’t within reach. They made the touchdown because she was squeezing the cheesehead.
Luckily for me and anyone else that knows her, should they lose the game she will get over it quickly. No deep depression. She’ll simply find someone to blame. The referee, the coach, the weather, the kicker, just about anyone but the almighty Brett Favre himself.
Should they win. I can expect weeks and weeks of living with a wife in complete bliss. Or even months and months. Either way, if they get to the big game, there will be no off-season this year.
I truly hope that Green Bay and Kansas City never go to the superbowl. I don’t think we would survive it.