Dear Packers,
I owe you an apology. But first, a little background.
I grew up in upstate New York and was born into a Giants family. I have fond memories of sitting between my dad and uncle while they screamed at the Giants on TV. LT (the real one, not that fake dude pretending to go by the same name) was my hero. I first became aware of the team around 1976 when they went 3 and 11. I didn't care. I even had a Larry Csonka helmet, despite him playing only three seasons with the team.
Then I was off to the Army. I floundered around, briefly trying to be a Bucs and Broncos fan. Despite living in Texas, I NEVER became a Cowboys fan (although I'm not ashamed to admit fantasizing about the cheerleaders a time or seven). I had a flash back to the Giants once again when, in 1991, they practiced at my alma mater in Tampa prior to dominating the Superbowl. Watching LT practice was a special privilege.
But when the Superbowl was over, I didn't have the same passion I once had. 1991 was the same year I graduated college and started med school. It's also the same year I met the future Mrs. Chako. She was a farm girl from your great state and, unlike me, kept her passion for the hapless Packers despite their pathetic record (they were 4 and 12, but I'm sure you knew that). Her passion became my passion and we spent many Sundays curled up on the couch watching a young Brett Favre fling that ball like a robot. I was hooked.
But then it happened. Brett left. Mrs. Chako was steadfast in her commitment to the Pack. I was not so sure. Do I follow the green or, like so many others, do I follow my hero? I am almost ashamed to admit that I followed Brett - first to the Jets and then to They Who Will Not Be Named. Conflict arose in the Chako household. Cuddling was no longer an option.
But now the iron man is done. Do I stay with the purple? Do I go back to the Giants? Or, if you'll have me, do I come back, hat in hand, to Green Bay?
So, my dear old Packers, will you have me back? I'm terribly sorry, and I really miss cuddling.
-Dr. Chako
9 comments:
I don't know . . . I can still hear those "I think I was a Brett Favre fan, not a Packer fan."
We're Jewish . . . deeds, not words, baby. If you think confession is your salvation, join the Catholic church. If not, get your ass on the couch and get your cheer on.
Go Pack go.
There's still room on the Patriots bandwagon. Come along, it's a fun ride! ;-)
Remind me to tell you my LT stories from college when LT and I lived in the same dorm. Good times.
Special K
No sympathy from me. The cheeseheads lose tonight, which is music to my Bears ears ...
Go to hell. Corn hell. Almost Corn Hole, but not so fun.
I think I liked Lightning better last week . . . you tell him, Grange.
Corn hell, corn hole . . . same diff, right? Neither as good as motorboating, though, as I understand it . . .
We are poor little lambs who have lost our way.
BAH! BAH! BAH!
From your LT to old, egomanical whatsface, they do nothing to deserve your faith. You want passion about a game? Go watch the local high school. There you can find the missing passion and ethics.
Beyond that it is a business. You are watching a collection of Lady Gagas in cleats. Oh, you can find a few in the minority but it isn't worth the later disappointment.
I'd like to offer the proper brudderly advice here, but as I have NEVER left my packers NO MATTER WHAT! I'm not sure what to say here.
At least you did do a good job of not naming THAT team here, so you do get a few points for that.
:)
GO PACK GO!
Suck it up Viking Fan.
This whole post came across as weak and pathetic
Post a Comment