I apologize for my absence, my brain is fully engrossed in football dreams. After watching all four NFL games last weekend (and some great games too, especially the Baltimore-New England and the Green Bay-Dallas ones), I’m tickled pink my team (the Packers) is still alive.
You see, I was born into a Packer family. Both my parents are from Green Bay or the Green Bay area. My grandfather used to work at Lambeau doing concessions and odd jobs, and would sneak my mom or aunts or uncles into the games. One of my aunts who still lives there has a football signed by Lombardi’s Superbowl I team. Very cool.
Despite my parents moving away, we still watched or listened to the Packers growing up whenever we could. They weren’t always on TV, but enough that I remember some of the rougher years with Forest Gregg and Lynn Dickey (the Pre-Holmgren/Favre Era). Since then, it’s been a real treat and honestly, Packers fans have been spoiled. They never have to worry about their team moving, or have had to endure long stretches of losing seasons like so many teams. Since Favre started in Green Bay (22 years ago), Green Bay has had two losing seasons. TWO! To say fans like me are spoiled is an understatement.
So I’ve been an NFL fan my entire life, and even played fantasy football in the early 1990’s where me and my friends had to score on Mondays and Tuesdays using the newspaper box scores (in the pre-internet era). Twenty-some years later and I’m still doing that hobby. I’m not as big as overall NFL fan as I once was, but know enough to be dangerous. Today, fantasy football is more about the live auction draft with friends (we’re in a Dynasty league that has held together mostly unchanged for the last 7 years or so) and talking shit. We even working this off-season on our own version of The League’s Sacko (complete with cats) that will be unveiled next summer at our draft.
So anyways, some of my standard stuff I would want to write about is on the back burner while I’m drinking in forum posts, beat writers, and prognosticators like a man in a desert. I just can’t get enough! Rodgers and company are big underdogs this week against the so-called Legion of Boom.
But the fan in me wants to have faith. It was a gritty and magical performance watching No. 12 through grit and determination will the Packers to victory (and a little help by a crappy rule that was called correctly – I hope they find a way to get rid of that shit – Dallas and NFL fans are right on this, as were Lion fans when Megatron had his game winning TD robbed as well). I’m hoping they have 120 minutes of magic up their sleeve. Wilson and Lynch and the team are great, and there’s a reason why not many people believe they can beat Seattle at CenturyLink Field. I, for one, can’t wait for Sunday. The Packers have a chance, and are a different team than Week 1, but we’ll see in a few days.
Now I suppose I should try and tie this back into some of my mission statement stuff. I think enjoying watching a sport is fine and being really into sports is sort of the American past time. But there really can be too much of a good thing. If you’re watching more than you’re doing, then it’s a problem. If you spend all day and night on Sunday’s (that was me 10 years ago) in front of the boob tube, it’s a problem. If you don’t play with your kids, or get outside because the College Football, or baseball, or basketball game is on, and it happens all the time, it’s a problem. Having passion for your team is one thing, having to watch every team is another. Pick your poison, find other hobbies that improve you as a person, and I think many would be happier and have better relationships with their wife or kids. Oh, and I doubt that very many women find Fantasy Football hawt! But that’s ok, our geekdom cannot be denied, and can be a funny thing to embrace if you don’t take it too seriously. (The League is good television too, and is available on Netflix for those who don’t have cable).
So with that, I’ll leave you with the photo of Russel Wilson (and his Dick – rein that thing in man, C’Mon! This is a family magazine) that graced the start of SI’s NFL Preview Cover. Go Pack, Go!!