Monday, October 10, 2011
Green Bay Packers Season Ticket Waiting List - 2011 Edition
As some of you might know and most of you don't care, I am a proud member of the Green Bay Packers season ticket waiting list. Each year, the Green Bay Packers send out a postcard with my waiting list number. I received mine today and this year I am number 3908. Last year I was 3995 so I moved up 87 spots. My parents put me on the list during training camp in 1990. I've been on the list for 20 years already and if the current pace holds up, I will get my own tickets in 45 years! I'll be 76 years old! I should preface this by saying that my parents already have season tickets in section 130 and, fingers crossed, when they decide to pass them down, they will pass them to me. Plus, with the upcoming addition to Lambeau Field, I should jump up at least 1,650 spots.
Here is how my number has decreased over the years:
2011 - 3908
2010 - 3995
2009 - 4131
2008 - 4291
2007 - 4387
2006 - 4453
2003 - 4640
2002 - 5053
2001 - 6405
(Unknown Year) - 8925
Click HERE for last year's version.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Payback!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The Humiliation Game Starring Woiverine 4
I'm not sure why Woiverine 4 (not a typo) got so mad at me for raping him. It's not like I went 6-0 against him. Oh, wait. I did. Wow. He must suck at Black Ops. Oh, wait. He does. He even sent me a nice voice message after the game. (You can view the video of the match on YouTube.)
"Hey dude. I'm glad you, ah, got your rank by cheating. Cuz you're a little, fucking cheating ass faggot. And bandwagon jumping. Hi, I'm a Packers fan because they won the Super Bowl. You probably take it in the ass from your fucking big brother, you little fuck."
So I replied...
"Wow. Big words. Although I can't expect intelligence from a Michigan fan. And I'm not sure why you thought I was cheating. It's called talent. You should try it sometime."
And since he had not yet used the other ten words in his vocabulary, he came back with this gem...
"Yeah, you're about as good as those faggot ass Wisconsin Badgers. When's the last time they won something? Oh, that's right. They're not winners, they're losers just like you. So enjoy stroking your Dad's dick before you go to bed tonight so you can go to sleep, you little faggot."
Since I was starting to feel bad about his condition, I sincerely replied with...
"You have a weird fascination with fags and men sucking dicks. You should get that looked it. It could fester. What? Oh, no. Sorry about that."
He also sent a voice message about me saving up soda can money to afford a mic. I have one. I was using it to party chat with Murda while we made fun of him.
By the way, I think we can go to the scoreboard. He went 7-11 in the round and I went 19-12.
And since I was bored, I posted our stats below.
I have a better win to loss ratio. My best win streak is higher. (Lunchbox37 +1)
I have a better kill to death ratio. My best kill streak is higher. (Lunchbox37 +2)
In almost the same amount of time played, I have about 15,000 more kills. (Lunchbox37 +3)
I am more accurate. (Lunchbox37 +4)
I was better in my last 10 games than he was. (Lunchbox37 +5)
So in general, I'm Winning because I'm the Warlock with Tiger Blood!
Monday, February 7, 2011
What the Packers' Super Bowl XLV Victory Meant to Me
As I sit alone in my bedroom watching the same SportsCenter for the 2nd time since the Packers won Super Bowl XLV, I want to share my thoughts on the victory and what it means to me.
I should probably start with the second most painful memory I have of the Packers. 4th and 26. Enough said really. I was set-up to have my dreams come true. As a season ticket holder, my dad won the lottery for Super Bowl tickets. If the Packers went so would I. And the Packers were playing well. And then my heart was ripped out over the course of a weekend. In the span of 3 days, the Packers lost a heartbreaker and I was fired from Home Depot for among other things, playing a teeny tiny practical joke on a one-time great friend. For years I wanted to blame Nick Barnett and Darren Sharper for the blown coverage, but really it was Brett Favre throwing the prayer duck in overtime that killed us. After the game, I got drunk. Super drunk. Like the kind you warn your kids about. And then I drove home. I’m not proud. I was young, stupid and pissed. And did I mention I was drunk. 4th and 26 – the game that took the shine off of my Brett Favre idolatry.
That’s enough for that heartbreak. Let’s move on to the draft. I vividly remember the 2005 NFL Draft. I was watching it in my parents’ living room. I sat in agony watching Aaron Rodgers slip and slip and slip. And then the Packers were on the clock. When they announced that the Packers stopped the slide and selected Aaron Rodgers, I was ecstatic. I actually ran outside to tell my dad the good news. I wish I could honestly say I knew what the future held, but I didn’t. I was just happy that a quarterback some “experts” had going number one overall fell into the Packers laps.
(Blog intermission…I hate Trent Dilfer. He better call Ray Lewis every week and thank him for winning him a Super Bowl ring. Anyone that says that to be a great quarterback, one needs to win a Super Bowl ring should look no further than Dilfer. He proves that even the sun occasionally shines on a dog’s ass.)
Okay, let’s fast forward to the 2007 NFC Championship game against the Giants. The absolute worst I ever felt as a Packer fan. I must admit how utterly crushed I was after the game. I sat in the stands at Lambeau for awhile after the game ended. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I was too stunned to move. I wanted to punch a douchebag Giants fan taunting the Packers, but I couldn’t. I was too stunned to move. It didn’t feel real. It destroyed me. I became a social pariah. I didn't watch a Super Bowl again until XLV. The reason it hurt so bad was because I bought the hype. I really thought the Lombardi trophy was coming home.
And then the drama took over. Brett Favre retired at a teary press conference. I cried with him. That was years and years of memories riding off into the sunset. Then Brett Favre returned. But Ted Thompson and Mike McCarthy wouldn’t have any of that. They were prepared to move forward without Brett and handed the keys to the franchise to Aaron Rodgers. I took a lot of crap for defending Ted Thompson. People were upset that their childhood idol was cast aside. But I’m a Packer fan first. I cheer for the uniform. And Brett Favre put himself above the Packers. I’m not going to deny that I enjoyed the 2010 Viking season. Although, to see a shadow of the man I cheered for many years was sad. Then again, I saw “more” of Brett Favre in 2010 than I needed to.
(Blog intermission #2…To all you Ted Thompson haters, fuck you. You know who you are. Of course, you’re back on the bandwagon. But I still know who you are and like an elephant, I will never forget. Like a boyfriend to a cheating girlfriend, I know what you did. You should be ashamed of yourself. No one is bigger than the franchise. Not even one of the greatest ever to put on the green and gold. It’s okay to question the direction of the franchise. It’s not okay, and downright disrespectful, to blindly hate someone for getting rid of an idol. “Knock, knock, Ted Thompson haters.” “Who’s there?” “A return to Titletown celebration and you’re not invited.”)
That faith in Aaron Rodgers paid off in 2010. For six straight games, it was sudden death for the Green Bay Packers. After the Packers knocked the Bears out of the play-offs to clinch a Super Bowl berth …wait…I need to say that again since it’s so satisfying. After the Packers knocked the Bears out of the play-offs to clinch a Super Bowl berth, I tried to temper my excitement. But it was hard because Aaron Rodgers, Charles Woodson and Mike McCarthy led the Packers back to the Super Bowl. I tried not to live too vicariously through the Packers success. I couldn't take another soul crushing loss. Once again my dreams were racing with thoughts of a Super Bowl victory, a Titletown celebration and year long bragging rights. This time? The Packers didn’t disappoint. I have to admit that for a mere moment I had doubts when I saw Charles Woodson in sweats and his arm in a sling. I thought “Here we go again.” But the defense made just enough stops and the offense scored just enough points to allow Coach McCarthy to be doused in Gatorade and the players to be covered in confetti.
It was a special moment to see everyone’s hard work pay off.
At the Super Bowl party I was at, the victory was a bit subdued. We were all glad the Packers held on. I noticed that on the Super Bowl trophy stand that Ted Thompson was not showing much emotion. One of my friends said that was because Ted was already plotting his next move. He’s probably right too. Today was the end to 2010, but tomorrow is the beginning of 2011. It’s back to the grind for the GM that brought the Lombardi Trophy back home. The significance of the trophy coming home had not sunken in yet. It still hasn’t. Once everything clicks, the feeling will be glorious. As I headed home from the party, I drove in my truck stunned. Stunned at the victory. Stunned at the brilliance of Lil Wayne’s “Green & Yellow.” Stunned that Lil Wayne was actually a Packer fan.
On the way home, I had to stop by my sister and brother -in-law’s house. Ed, my brother-in-law, has been by my side for most of the greatest Packer moments I’ve experienced. There have been many high-fives exchanged in section 130, row 10 of Lambeau Field. As he opened the door, we high-fived. No words were spoken. No words needed to be spoken. I drove up, got out, high-fived and drove home. It was a special moment.
As I got home to wind down, I walked into my parents’ living room and my dad was watching the postgame shows. I gave him the Aaron Rodgers’ title belt celebration. We both laughed. We knew the victory was special. And nothing beats a quick laugh to add a touch of levity to moment we’ll both cherish for the rest of our lives.
And that brings me back to the here and now – sitting here watching ESPN at 3 am trying to keep the moment alive for as long as I can. I wish my life contained more of these moments. And it will. I just need to be patient. But today, I can cherish the fact that we (yes, WE) are Super Bowl Champions.
And I love the Green Bay Packers. Through the wins, the losses, the blow-outs and the nail-biters, I love the Green Bay Packers. I have always loved them and I will always love them. They are my team. They are our team. Thank you, Green Bay Packers, for the memories, the smiles, the tears, the screams, the excitement and the championships.
I love the Green Bay Packers.
We are champions again.
And, of course…the Bears still suck.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Create Your Own Band Album Cover
Instructions: 1 - Go to www.wikipedia.com and hit random. The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band. 2 - Go to www.quotationspage.com and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album. 3 - Go to www.Flickr.com and click on “explore the last seven days." The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. 4 - Use Photoshop or similar program to put it all together.
This one is from a month ago.
This one is from today.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A Packer/Bear Joke for Championship Week
A Chicago family of Bear fans head out one Saturday to do their Christmas shopping. While in the sports store, the son picks up a Green Bay Packers #12 jersey and says to his older sister, “I’ve decided to become a Packer fan and I would like this for Christmas.” His big sister is outraged by this and promptly whacks him on the head and says, “Go talk with mom.”
Off goes the little lad with the Green Bay Packer jersey in hand and finds his mother.
“Mom?”
“Yes, son?”
“I’ve decided I’m going to be a Packer fan, and I would like this Aaron Rodgers jersey for Christmas.” The mother is outraged, promptly whacks him on the head and says, “Go see your father.”
Off he goes with the Green Bay Packer #12 jersey in hand and finds his father.
“Dad?”
“Yes, son?”
“I’ve decided I’m going to be a Packer fan, and I would like this Rodgers jersey for Christmas.” The father is so outraged he, too, whacks his son on the head and says, “No son of mine is ever going to be seen in that!”
About half hour later they’re all back in the car heading towards home. The father turns to the son and says, “Son, I hope you’ve learned something today.”
The son says, “Yes, Dad, I have.”
“Good, son. What is it?”
The son replies, “I’ve only been a Packer fan for an hour and I already hate you Illinois bastards.”