Sitting here, waiting for a game to begin around 5:40 pm CST. Getting anxious by the minute.
I’m a football fan and my forever team is the Green Bay Packers.
No question, will live and die a Packer fan.
You’ve heard of Vince Lombardi, right? The Lombardi Trophy? He was the coach of the Packers from 1959 to 1967. Led the team to five NFL championships and won the first two Super Bowls. Lombardi was ahead of his time as a coach and a great human being as noted in Wikipedia:
“Although Lombardi was noted for his gruff demeanor and ‘iron discipline,’ he was far ahead of his time in creating a supportive environment for gay players, and he emphatically challenged existing Jim Crow laws and provided leadership to break the color barrier in football. He once said that he “viewed his players as neither black nor white, but Packer green.”
There have been other great coaches at Lambeau. Mike Holmgren and Mike McCarthy, both of whom led the Packers to a Super Bowl. This season, new coach Matt LeFleur led the team to a 13-3 record and second seed in the playoffs.
Seeds don’t particularly matter other than to give four teams a “bye” during the first week of the playoffs and home field advantage for their first playoff game. I’m not a fan of bye weeks unless the team needs to heal from injuries. Otherwise, I say keep going, keep playing, keep winning.
I’ve been to Lambeau Field for football games and I can say that it’s a special, magical place for its fans. Freezing cold at times, but the smell of grilled bratwurst and beer, and the sea of green and gold cheeseheads give it an aura all its own.
Every damn Sunday, I get anxious over the fate of a football game.
Today is no exception. I probably won’t eat during the game because of being a nervous wreck. I often wonder if there is a name for this condition. Packeritis, perhaps? Maybe weirdness on my part. I do not know. It’s a lifetime suffer.
The only exception to this is when the Packers blow the competition away and I’m chomping down the chips and guacamole by the third quarter.
When the Packers don’t play well, I pace. Or I’ll turn off the TV for awhile and hope for a change. Or I’ll change my Packer apparel. Or maybe take it off. Or do a dance around the living room, naked, trying to put a hex on the opposing team.
Never mind that last sentence. Just kidding.
Natasha and I also scare the poor cats with shouts of “DEFENSE” or the jumping up and down of joy after a Packer touchdown.
So, here I sit, being anxious, trying to write the icky feelings away; getting ready for what will be a good game for the home team, because…
On any given Sunday…
A team plays well or they don’t. They win or they don’t. They work together or they don’t.
In the words of Vince Lombardi, “Teamwork is what the Green Bay Packers were all about. They didn’t do it for individual glory. They did it because they loved one another.”
I hope the Green Bay Packers of today love one another, that they come out as a team and win.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go eat and hope my team doesn’t cause me to require CPR or a brown paper bag later.
I realize it’s silly, but…