I really enjoyed reading about your respective Super Bowl plans. We’re collectively hilarious in that it seems most of us try to balance having a good time with good people while also making sure we’re in a situation that allows for intense game-watching. I think it’s pretty neat to read about how many of you have a family association with the Packers – and watching the big game. Especially with our kids. Part of what I tried to bring across a few weeks ago in an interview with the Washington Post was the fact that being a Packer fan is something folks essentially inherit – many absorbed PackerFanNess from family members of previous generations. This is part of what makes us unique as fans. (At the same time though, I like to think Packer fans are good at welcoming new fans into the fold.)
Speaking of family, my son loves following these big games…for about 2 minutes (he’s 3.5 years old and has the attention span of a bird). He likes the Packers, wearing Packers’ gear and yelling the names of the players after big plays. He also thinks he’s hilarious when he tells dad that he’s a Bears fan, not a Packer fan. I tell him that’s nothing to joke about. On the other hand, he has learned to hate the Vikings already – taunting me after he wins yet another close football game against dad with “you’re the Vikings because you lost”. Meanwhile, my wife is a converted Vikings fan (from Minnesota) – she had to convert in order to marry me. She often has to leave the room when the game gets too close due to getting so worked up. It’s great. And, she also ends up doing a fair amount of cooking during (or before) games – something she is seriously good at. Last week she made a white chicken chili – something I’d never had before that just blew me away…fantastic.
But my PackerFanNess started from age zero with my grandfather, who was at the Ice Bowl and was a season ticket holder forever. I used to go to games with him occasionally at County Stadium. My Brother Steve, my younger brother Dan and my sister Julianna have all been fans since age zero. My dad, originally from Michigan, had no trouble converting from being a Lions’ fan after meeting my mom (and my grandpa), and has been an out of control Packer fan ever since. And my mom has been a fan herself, and tolerant of our crazy collective fan-ness, for a long time.
For many years, we watched Packer games at my grandparents’ house – eating grandma’s hamburgers while drinking root beer floats. The last Packers game we watched with my grandpa before he died in 1997? The Packers’ Super Bowl win. That was a great day – he was so proud.