Starting to get restless. NFL football is only 40 some days away. What a sad existence I lead, eh? I am willing to give up a perfectly beautfiul October day cooped up in front of the flat screen, watching millionaires do their thing.
Oh! I do love it so! There are already stories of drama and intrigue. Michael "Dogmeat" Vick is in the paper every day and won't be on the field. See how it goes? Last season he's flipping off the stadium crowd, now he's out of work.
They just get so damn arrogant and like to think they are above the law.
Meanwhile Randy Moss has New England fans applauding and cheering him every time he catches a pass in practice. Faithful had best keep that up during the regular season and New England better keep winning games or Mr. Moss may be bumping traffic cops in downtown Boston.
I am worried about the Packer secondary -- and even though he was a butthead show off, why did we trade away Sharper?
I am excited about our linebackers. Hawk showed a lot of promise last year, Nick Barnett is a strong tackler, and Brady Poppinga (I love that name -- that's a line-backer name) also was hitting pretty good last season.
I am really looking forward to this fall's two trips to America's Football Mecca. Every year, the amount of tail gating seems to mushroom further and further out into the Green Bay neighborhoods. Once you finally get a place to park, half the fun of going to a Packer game is the walk from the car to Lambeau.
The air is hazy with the sweet smelling smoke of barbeques. The Packer colors (spinach and mustard) are everywhere and fans are always in a great mood, usually fortified with ice cold beer, brats, hamburgers, and some even more exotic fare.
One year, I carted over on ice, a huge crown roast of pork. Funny thing is, we ended up at The Stadium View, got lost in the Bloody Marys and beer and didn't get around to roasting that beauty until we reached Tom Johnson's mom's house in Superior on Monday.
Was it good? Tom even made up a word to describe the experience, much in the style of Stephen Colbert: PORKGASM.
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