Ah, balance in life! Sometimes it happens! Something good happens the same day that you are being stressed. Today was one of those days! I spotted the Fed Ex Van pull in my driveway. Out climbs the lovely delivery lady, clutching only a large white cardboard courier. I am going through the files in my brain trying to figure out what I ordered.
I see the return ddress: "Events U.S.A. - Green Bay, WI"."Oh! says I excitedly, "It's from Green Bay!"
"Yes!, she chimes in, "It's your Packer tickets!"
Suddenly it is a sacred day. forget the TV set bullshit! This envelope contains three tickets to the Golden Gates of St Lambeau. Three tickets that represent a second mortgage on the house. It was either that or a ski mask and a revolver. Never mind that on the day in question (Game Six) it will probably be spitting sleet and the wind will be turning it into razor blades; so much the better for our Packers in their green and gold. Actually, they are spinch and mustard colored!
-Bone jarring tackles become twice as painful when the recipient is wearing sissy powder blue, white, black, silver and is used to playing football where it rarely freezes.
Gr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r. Go you Panthers! Repel them, repel them, make them relinquish the ball! As my buddy Kurt Weber would say: "Get the gun!"
This will be a day, this November 18! This will be the desecration and violation of Shantyboy, sacrifice on the frozen tundra of a good old boy, a poor deprived lad who although long of tooth, ancient in years, has never attached the back of his lap to the cold aluminum benches of the greatest football stadium on earth.
Everyone needs to e mail Jay Moore at: jay@moose106.com - expressing their condolences for the gauntlet he is about to unknowingly run, poor misguided Panther fan that he is, surrounded by two avid Packer Backers, one who has moved all the way from New York City just to be able to go along with me to harrass him!
Here is a rough schedule: (feel free to refer to it in your e mail to Jay)
Saturday, November 17 - Larry and friend Tom Johnson leave Otter Creek, take 53N to Highway 29 East, having called Mr. Moore repeatedly throughout the morning to remind him that they are not stopping for him if he isn't out standing on Highway 29 at the 'X" exit at 10AM.
Noon, Saturday, November 17 - Stop at Sam's Pizza, Schofield for lunch. (Jay buys, if he's with us)
3PM: Arrive Day's Inn, Neenah, WI, for overnight lodging. You didn't REALLY think we could find lodging in Green Bay on a home game weekend, did you??
7PM: Jay buys steaks for everyone at Paper Valley Hotel, Appleton -- we consume copious amounts of coffee and Jameson's for dessert.
3AM, Sunday: Jay, using his Irish blarney, talks three cops out of arresting us for being disorderly in room.
4AM: Breakfast at Denny's ..what the hell? Why not? Still can't sleep. Curse you, caffeine!
10AM - Arrive in general area of Lambeau field --walk ten blocks to The Stadium View to watch TV analysts and scarf Bloody Marys made the Green Bay way (with dill pickle and horse radish).
11:15AM: fortified with vodka and tomato juice and dressed with more layering than a pan of lasagna, we take our seats in section 123, Row 60, seats 13-15 (don't to forget to give Jay ticket with seat #13) We read the warning signs about ejection. This sobers us for a time.
12:15 - Vinnie Testaverde, with the help of a walker, finally makes it out to the field. We make Wesley Walker jokes.
3PM - Game over. we decide to wait it out while others clear parking lots --we can watch Vinnie Testaverde work his way back to the dressing room with his walker. By the time he disappears in the tunnel, it will be clear sailing on the highway.
Go, Pack, Go!
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