BUT NOT WHEN THEY PLAY THE PACK.
I was born in Fond du Lac, WI. 6th generation Wisconsinite, Cheesehead through and through.
Wisconsin is the Motherland, the Packers are the Mother of all football teams, and the Seahawks are like a favorite aunt. They are wonderful and awesome and fun, BUT THEY ARE NOT YO MOMMA.
And you're gonna pick yo momma every time.
Great Grandma *yes, I inherited that sweatshirt*
Me and Dad 2011Anyway, there's been a lot of talk about how badly the game was called last night. People around here aren't even gloating. I think every Seahawks fan is a little embarrassed by that win. But that's not really the point of this post.
Like anyone else with terrible taste, my eating disorder (Frank) HATES the Packers.
I had no idea.
I didn't realize it until I went to the Wing Dome with my family to watch the game.
For two blissful hours my brain was my own.
I cheered. I did Raji's touchdown dance. I looked people in the eye. . .
AND I ATE A MEAL IN PUBLIC. Not just public, but a CROWDED BAR.
2 hot wings, a small side salad, and some sweet potato fries WITH ketchup.
And I didn't feel like I had to exercise like a maniac afterwar. Even when I felt a little nauseated later (my body wasn't quite sure what to do with the food I think), I just accepted it.
I know it was my Packers and not just the restaurant or my family because I've gone to Wing Dome before with my family and had issues. Frank always sticks around. This is the first Packer game I have watched this season (shameful I know, but I don't have cable), and Frank did not stick around.
I think he might be intimidated by Raji's belly and Clay's arms.
Too bad Frank.
Like I said, Packers are the Momma, Seahawks are the favorite aunt. . . and Frank is the dysfunctional boyfriend everyone hates . . .
You know I can't have nobody dissin' my momma.