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I did it
You sure did LTF, now I can't keep up with all the stories I am getting. LOL and thanks.
I did it
LOL If I had just randomly chosen the Packers, you wouldn't be able to?No that's not pretty much it. It's a great story. Ever since I joined this forum, I've been thinking, why in the heck is someone in Brazil a Packer fan. Now I know and can sleep well at night.
Thanks for sharing.
eff it ill give it a shot.. im 21 and i was born and raised in new jersey.. i remember the exact date i became a packer fan and its kinda a dumb story.. i was 8 years old and it was my dads wedding, till this point i was prolly a giants fan.. i went into a bar they had at the reception just wandering around the place because it was beautiful, and there it was, 98 superbowl, PACKERS VS BRONCOS, right up on the big screen.. my favorite color is and was green and when i saw their uniforms and found out that green was in their name, there was no turning back for me.. been a packer ever since!
I get this question all the time, and frankly my reasoning comes off as weak to a lot of people.
The first ever football game i watched was the Packers Broncos superbowl where of course we lost, but i rooted my heart out for the Packers. I remember clear as day how upset i was after the final whistle, literally in tears as i was only a youngin. but from that day forward i declared myself as a Packers fan, and i have stuck with them ever since!
I grew up in Clark Co. IL (185 miles south of... well... you know). I wasn't very interested in watching football until I was about 9 years old. The first game I actually sat down and watched all the way through was Super Bowl XVI. I thought the Bengals had pretty cool uniforms, so I cheered for them. When San Francisco won, I immediately despised them. The next year, I decided I liked the Redskins uniforms better, so then they became my favorite team (gimme a break, I was 10) for a few years.
It wasn't until about 1986 that I became a Packer fan. My grandpa and uncles were all Packer fans and I was over watching football at his house one day, and I asked him why he liked the Packers so much and that was when he told me that they were the only team in professional sports from a small town. He told me Green Bay was about the same size as Champaign and I thought that was the coolest thing, that a town that small could have an NFL team. I felt that the Packers not only represented Green Bay, but they represent small town folks everywhere. That's why I think the "America's Team" moniker is stupid in general, but if any team fit that title, it would be the Packers. And that's why you can find Packer fans in every small town in America.
Thank you for your post. Tulsa is a beautiful city but Oklahoma city is nothing but red dirt and trailer homes...hope that did not offended you.
Now the interesting part of your story. You were watching a Cowboy=Packer game, rooting for the Cowboys and you somehow got possessed into rooting for the Packers? Well God works in mysterious ways.
Not offended at all, I lived in Tulsa for over 40 years and went to OKC maybe 3 times.. didn't care for it much either.
It amazes me how a team from a tiny little town can have an affect on so many people, not just in WI, but across the US and Internationally. I think it has to do with the character of the team and the fans that support them.
I met a young man in a supermarket the other day and he saw I was wearing a Packer jersey. He says, " Hi I'm from Ray-cine."
And I ask where is that?
"Man, Ray-cine, Wisconsin, I'm a Packer fan."
I thought is pronounced ra-cine. But what do I know.
Hope you are around when they win their next super bowl. The last one the bars stayed open all night. I left at 8;00 am and they where still open.
"We want the ball, and we're gonna score"...
A few minutes after those words were uttered.
I grew up and still live near the capitol of PA. I started taking an interest in football in the mid sixties. So everyone would assume that I became a Packer fan then because Green Bay was THE team in football at the time. But the fact of the matter is different.
I was a kid and started collecting football cards and memorabilia. I thought it would be neat to get pictures of the various teams and line my bedroom walls with them. So I had my Mom help me send out letters to teams asking for a picture. Only two teams responded at the time. The New York Giants sent me a team photo and the Green Bay Packers sent me individual 5X8 prints of the starting lineup, offense and defense. I treasured that response and became a die hard Packer fan. I hung on to those pictures and the envelope they came in until I was in college. Then they disappeared. I think either my Mom sold them with a bunch of my other stuff in a yard sale or I gave them to the little neighbor kid with a box of cards. I kind of wish I still had those pictures.
In all those years since the mid 60's I always dreamed of going to a game in Green Bay, but thought it would never be a reality. Then last year, my two oldest sons decided to do a road trip with "Pops" to the Monday night game against the Ravens. It was my Christmas present. What a gift from two of the world's greatest sons. It was a little over a 14 hour drive, but well worth it. I scratched that one off my bucket list.
Well, my story of why I am a Packer fan is simple. I was born and raised in Wisconsin and spent my childhood cheering the hapless Packers of the 70s and 80s.
But, the story of why I LOVE the Packers and have watched every single game since then (live, TV, or taped) is a bit more interesting. My dad and I had season tickets for the four games played in Milwaukee all through my younger years. Those four days per year were better than anything-- better than Christmas morning, better than Disney World, better than going to the moon. Most kids counted days until their birthdays... I counted to the next game my dad and I were attending. I got my dad all to myself for an entire day. He didn't have much time for me as he worked long hours and he probably wouldn't win any awards for being the greatest parent. But the world stopped for those special Packer days. We would arrive early and enjoy the tailgating scene. Grill up some food, throw a football or baseball for a while. Walk around and find friends. Eat some more food. Eventually, go inside and settle into our seats to watch the game.
He would tell me stories of the old days when he lived near GB as a young man and enjoyed the glory days of Lombardi. I learned the history of the Packers and the strategies of the game. I learned the names of the legends and heard what they did. I soaked it all in while watching Bart Starr himself coaching from the sidelines.
We sat through rain and snow, never EVER leaving until the final whistle blew. That would be blasphemy in my dad's mind. I recall one particularly nasty game when we played the Seattle Seahawks. We had a bunch of Hawks fans that were somehow in town and scored some tickets right in front of us. They were all loud and proud about being "the biggest Seahawk fans" alive. Well, it started to snow like it was the North Pole. They had to shovel the yard lines in between plays it got so bad. Then, the wind picked up. Before long, those Hawks fans had packed up and left. I clearly remember my dad watching them leave out of the corner of his eye with a scowl on his face. He didn't say anything. But, I knew what he was thinking and just pulled my hood over my head a little tighter and thought the same thing.
Sorry for the long story- but you asked.
I loved the tail gating. The smell of it. The friendly people. The food. It's where my dad gave me my first can of beer and we sat on the tailgate (no joke) and drained our brews. I was probably 16. Yeah, yeah- I had snuck beer with my friends before... but, nothing officially sanctioned from my dad! That was so cool and a memory I will never forget.
I don't have many years left with my dad. He's getting up there in years now. But, watching the Packers each season keeps all those memories fresh in my mind. My wife and kids know-- Sunday afternoon is Packer time. My oldest daughter is even a fan now and she is asking for a Clay Matthews jersey for Christmas. I wish I could take her to a game, except we don't live in the US right now. Hopefully, some day I will get the chance. If I do, I will probably break down in tears and she won't have a clue why!
One last comment: I have lived in many places throughout the US and world. No matter where, whenever I wear a Packer jersey out in public, it seems I always meet a Packer fan. We at least say hello, often exchange names, some times buy each other a beer. My wife (who is not from Wisconsin) is always amazed at how often this occurs. Almost like a fraternity of sorts! I truly think we are the luckiest fans on this planet.
Cheers! Great thread.
Honestly, to a kid, colors are one reason to like a team. Especially this kid, who never got to go to NFL games and never got to fall in love with a team in person.Team colors are a rational reason for picking a favorite team ...or did I just make that up. Yours is another heartwarming story that I will include in a collection of stories like yours. Thanks for the story.
Honestly, to a kid, colors are one reason to like a team. Especially this kid, who never got to go to NFL games and never got to fall in love with a team in person.
I will answer your trivia question but then read the the Thread topic.
The man who uttered those words was the 3rd string QB in the Packer Super Bowl Year. I had breakfast with him.
After Matt Hasselbeck uttered those words, he threw a pick 6.
Why I am an Illinois, die-hard, Packer Fan?
Because I still have knots on my head, from my dad, when I jumped in front of the TV when the Packers were playing!
Oh, the memories of my Dad…May he rest in peace! One of his favorite sayings was, “ I’ll put a knot on your head”. Even though, he said that to us kids, hundreds of times, he never did it. He was a “crazy, die hard Packer fan, indeed!” Living my whole life, just 90 miles from the hated rivals from the Bear den, we are obviously out numbered, but he used to say, “it takes 10 stupid Bear fans, to equal, 1 intelligent Packer fan.” So, I guess you could say that, I had it pounded into me LOL! OR, I’m a chip off the old block. I’ll take either .
My folks were season ticket holders when the Pack played 4 games a year at Milwaukee County Stadium in the early ‘80’s. In those days, it was easy to get single game tickets, and I started going to some of those games. He told me I should sign up for season tickets. At that time I was young, had a young family, & was barely making ends meet. He said that it takes several years to get season tickets, and by the time I get to the top of the waiting list, I would be able to afford it. So I signed up, and 8 years later I had season tickets. Best advice he ever gave me, because now I proudly sit on the 50 yard line for Gold package games, and the waiting list is 100 years. I was also lucky to get SB tickets in ’97. His wisdom was way ahead of the times.
When I was 16, I was working at a gas station at the Wagon Wheel in Rockton, IL. One evening, a big guy drove in and asked, “hey son, can you install a headlight for me, I have to travel to Green Bay tonight”, he stuck his arm out the window & said, “Have you ever seen a Super Bowl Ring”? I hadn’t, & he showed me his SB ring. It was HOF’er Henry Jordan! I didn’t ask, but he gave me a signed picture of him, which I still have today. I simply melted!
I Love You Dad…Thanks For The Knots LOL!
Being a Packer fan, is better than having “Sex”…Ah…Um…well maybe not, but it last longer!