As a small child…

I’d throw myself into snow piles when the Packers would lose, which was often in the late 70s.  Still, I would wear my hat, showing my soulful allegiance to the team…

Snow pile smiling, because I loved the Packers.

This is a big week in the upper-Midwest.  Although I am in Minnesota, my heart right this moment, is at Kenosha’s Brat Stop, preparing for the Illinois/Wisconsin rivalry.

I am not shouting FIB (effin Illinois b-tard), however, which I would’ve when I was a teen, and also in college. I am just psyched, though.  Damn.  I do love the Green Bay Packers.


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Geoff Herbach. I am the author of Stupid Fast and Nothing Special, among a bunch of other stuff. When I'm not writing, I teach writing at Minnesota State, Mankato.

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