Oh, the shared despair and ecstasy of a bar filled with Packer fans during a game.
I had missed it so.
The game Sunday was, in the best cliche, one for the ages. Leads moved during quarters, the Packers would make a play and then give one away and finally five missed field goals by both teams in the remaining moments.
Watching a Packer game in a Wisconsin bar was close to the top of a list for reasons to return to my beloved home state.
I like how knowledgeable are the Packer fans, able to city statistics from memory. Packer fans generally know their history, too, although someone next to me at one point pointed at Aaron Rodgers on the screen and said, "There's the third Green Bay quarterback who will be in the Hall of Fame." I responded, "Fourth. Arnie Herber from the 1930s is there, too." He appreciated this little gem.
I particularly enjoy how complete strangers become the best of friends and in moments of success, high five each other. Who cares about politics during a Packer game?
Certainly not during a closely contested game that went into overtime.
The next day, a colleague asked if I tore my hair out during the game.
"No," I said. "I can't reach that spot on my back."
Peace and Packers brotherhood unto all of you my brothers and sisters.