Saturday morning the sun came out and it was a beautiful day all day. I am wishing we could have traded days and had the nice weather on Sunday.After the required check off of items listed, Kim and I headed for Green Bay about 1:30 in the afternoon. Well, not actually Green Bay, as it is impossible to find a hotel room in Green Bay during the football season. We headed for Oconto, 30 miles north of Green Bay on Highway 41.
Somewhere between Thorp and Abbotsford, the car ahead of us (yes he was speeding, and yes, he cut it close in making his return to the right lane) spit up a stone with his back tire and it pinged off my windshield, leaving a pock and scaring poor Kim half to death as it hit right in front of her side of the windshield. I, of course, took this as a bad omen!
We were up bright and early Sunday morning, Scratch that. I was up bright and early Sunday morning and found a little cafe for breakfast while Kim slept in a bit. A few of the locals were already in the restaurant. I don't think any of them would have agreed with my "Bush is a war criminal" sticker. In fact, I may have found the 30% that still think he's doing a great job.When I got back to the Ramada, the weather had definitely changed to dark and ominous so I donned my rain pants over my regular gear. Kim decided to play "wait and see."
When we reached the Lombardi exit off Highway 41, traffic was already beginning to back up. Eventually, we parked behind Chuckie Cheese and made the three block walk (note the photo of Lambeau in the distance). We forgot to do the "check list" before we left the car and about half way there I suddenly realized that I didn't think I had remembered to lock the car, so Kim who has two good legs and only a slightly bent attitude at the news, returned to the car and sure enough, I had forgotten to lock!
If you have never been to the spectacle that is a Packer game, you owe it to yourself to just go down to the stadium to "people watch" on game day. Guys with faux leather helmets, Packer jerseys, coulottes and green and white striped long stockings, wandering tuba bands doing the Budweiser Song, Packer fans good naturedly jabbing at those clad in Washinton Redskin jerseys, immense clouds of cooking bratwurst smoke -- and tail gate bars as far as you could see.
It's Summerfest, State Fair, Renaissance Festival, Sturgess, and organized rioting all in one!
Once the game got underway, the rains started -- mainly it was a mist most of the afternoon, We were dry as can be thanks to the rubber rain gear. Never leave home without it!
My only comment on the game is that offensively we didn't play very well. Brett had receivers wide open four or five times, but didn't release early enough and when he did, he put too much air under the ball and they floated long enough for a defensive back to get under the pass and knock it down, or worse, intercept it. How many interceptions did Brett throw? I know he broke George Blanda's record and then some!
And the refereeing left something to be desired. Everyone in the stadiium agreed that the catch in the corner of the endzone should have been called complete as he was pushed out by the defender.
And they misssed penlaties on the other side of the ball as well. On the fumble-touchdown run by Woodson, Harris blatantly pushed a Redskin player from the back.
Spirits were high as we all filed out of Lambeau with much screaming, yelling, and organized "Go Pack Go" thundering down the concourses.
It took us over an hour to get into traffic from Chuckie Cheeses', but everyone was polite and cool heads prevailed. We dined at Sam's Pizza just off Highway 29, Schofield, for supper and a road break --then Kim took over the driving at Edgar and we were home by 9:30 PM. Go, Pack go!
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