on being a fan

i'm a packer fan.  it occurred one hungover sunday when i lived in soma.  we scouted the neighborhood for food.  something greasy.  something that worked well with alcohol.  and we found a bar called Zekes down on 3rd street near townsend.  it's been awhile so a precise location is unknown but i'm sure it's still there.  we walked into a maze of  green and gold.  there were people of all ages.  there was a packer game on and the bar was filled with packer fans.  i thought i saw my mother.  i was hooked.  another packer fan was created.

the S.O. is a broncos fan.  given that he was raised and lives in WI it's difficult for me to understand how it came to be that so much was put on the line for last nights game.  a deal was made and the insanity began.  i was forced to go to the packer bar here in minneapolis because the network retards took away my ability to watch it with the basic cable i pay very little for each month.  i don't watch games there unless i have to.  i hate going out on work nights.  but this was important.  valueable things were at stake.  the bar was in full force and as we tied the game with one play early in the 1st quarter i realized wonderful guy was not going to answer his phone.  he's cute, even when he's in a compromising situation.  but as usual, i realize why it is i love watching the game at this bar.  the people, in our safe haven filled with packer fans and the one rogue vikings fan, are what makes packer fans unique.  it's when you're standing outside having a cigarette and a touchdown is scored in overtime that wins the game and people you've never met grab you and hug you and high five you and shed tears with you do you realize... there's no other team like this one.  and i don't care where i live, i'm sure there's a packer bar everywhere in the world.