A Boy’s First Visit to Lambeau
I grew up in Milwaukee so, of course, I was a Packer fan. However, I only got to see them in person a few times and all of those were at the old County Stadium. I never got the opportunity to go up to Lambeau.
Well, thanks to the largesse of our neighbors, Sean and Cathy Torinus, my lovely wife Malissa and I got to go to our first Lambeau Packer game this past Sunday.
I haven’t seen that kind of woodshed whippin’ since the M.U.H.S. Hilltoppers beat Messmer 73-0 at our homecoming. The score was 35-0 Patriots and it wasn’t that close. In fact, the high point of the day was the people behind us getting hauled away by the Green Bay police for allegedly having stolen tickets.
We’ll leave it to the sportswriters to pick through the remains. I just want to say that going to a game up at Lambeau is everything it’s cheese-headed to be. Fantastic stadium. Luckily, a beautiful sunny day. And the people are like nowhere else on earth (even if some of them do dabble in mail theft). Sean and Cathy hosted a wonderfully over-the-top tailgate party with every kind of food imaginable. By the time we got there, Sean and his brother-in-law had consumed seven brats between them. I’m sure this puts them only in the “average” category. As for me, I could only get two down before game time.
And everyone was so pleasantly quenched! Lewis Black hails Wisconsin as the drinkingest place on the face of the earth. “It’s cheaper to drink here,” he said, “than it is to drink in New York, including air fare.”
My wife, Malissa, is a Sooner born, Sooner bred Oklahoma football fan. So she’s seen a few football crazies in her time. By halftime, she had me down at the gear shop picking out her Packer Hat. She went with the classic green. It was too bad she didn’t get to see any Lambeau leaps, only Lambeau heaps – as in safeties sitting on the ground watching Patriot receivers galloping by. But she wanted to see Brett Favre in person before the era ends.
Wisconsin truly is a special place. Just ask someone who lives here. Or better yet, someone who moved away for a time and then returned. We might not be going back to the Super Bowl for a while, but it still beats drinking in New York.
Well, thanks to the largesse of our neighbors, Sean and Cathy Torinus, my lovely wife Malissa and I got to go to our first Lambeau Packer game this past Sunday.
I haven’t seen that kind of woodshed whippin’ since the M.U.H.S. Hilltoppers beat Messmer 73-0 at our homecoming. The score was 35-0 Patriots and it wasn’t that close. In fact, the high point of the day was the people behind us getting hauled away by the Green Bay police for allegedly having stolen tickets.
We’ll leave it to the sportswriters to pick through the remains. I just want to say that going to a game up at Lambeau is everything it’s cheese-headed to be. Fantastic stadium. Luckily, a beautiful sunny day. And the people are like nowhere else on earth (even if some of them do dabble in mail theft). Sean and Cathy hosted a wonderfully over-the-top tailgate party with every kind of food imaginable. By the time we got there, Sean and his brother-in-law had consumed seven brats between them. I’m sure this puts them only in the “average” category. As for me, I could only get two down before game time.
And everyone was so pleasantly quenched! Lewis Black hails Wisconsin as the drinkingest place on the face of the earth. “It’s cheaper to drink here,” he said, “than it is to drink in New York, including air fare.”
My wife, Malissa, is a Sooner born, Sooner bred Oklahoma football fan. So she’s seen a few football crazies in her time. By halftime, she had me down at the gear shop picking out her Packer Hat. She went with the classic green. It was too bad she didn’t get to see any Lambeau leaps, only Lambeau heaps – as in safeties sitting on the ground watching Patriot receivers galloping by. But she wanted to see Brett Favre in person before the era ends.
Wisconsin truly is a special place. Just ask someone who lives here. Or better yet, someone who moved away for a time and then returned. We might not be going back to the Super Bowl for a while, but it still beats drinking in New York.
posted by Bob Welke at 11/22/2006 07:48:00 AM
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