I have not missed or turned off a Packer's game in 3 years. Since the games have been so stressful lately, I decided to make some fun out of it. Take a shot of beer anytime the packers score a TD, create a turn over or sack/TFL. Needless to say I was stone sober come the second half. I had to be up at 4:30am for work and live on the East Coast, so I was pushing it staying up until 12:30am to finish out the game. At halftime, I almost called it quits.
Even though we won, the Packer's still played like garbage, and I hate seeing so much potential be wasted like that. Long story short, I decided to duke it out. What a game. After we scored our first TD, I looked at my boyfriend and I said, "I would rather we get our *** kicked, then lose another close game. This team will give me an ulcer, I can't handle it." He responded by saying "Sweet heart, you guys have a long way to go to come back, I would not worry." Next thing I know Rodgers is running into the endzone and we have a ball game. When we burnt the final time out before the two minute warning I thought it was over. Why I put it past our defense to make a stop, when they had been nothing short of perfect since the first quarter, and good chunk of the season (given the personel). We make the stop, I am sick to my stomach. We can't march 80 yards with 23 seconds on the clock and no time-outs, can we? I am standing on my couch. The dreaded laterals are being thrown, Rodgers goes down, so does my head. We got LUCKY with that call. I was replaying the replacement refs game all over again in my head, sick in preperation for another packers failed mary. Rodgers gets out of the pocket, launches, and who is there to catch the ball but the only offensive player that showed up to play football on a Thursday night. I jump into my boyfriends arms screaming, then cry shortly after. This is what this team does to me. This is I why I love them. I live for it. Its the only thing in my life that can continuously let me down, then give me such a high when they suprise you after you have given up. This was followed by chugging 3 beers and a brutal morning of work. GO PACK GO!