Packer Love

Yes, even though I’m not from here, I still want to see the Packers win. They are one of the All-American (okay, all football is American, I know) teams, owned by the fans and for the fans. Fans are diehard, no matter if the Packers are winning or losing. That loyalty is what makes a fan a true fan, especially during the bitter Wisconsin winters in Green Bay. That loyalty and dedication, even the fans love for an All-American Mississippi boy, makes me want to cheer for the Packers even more. Just witnessing a beer-drinking, cigar-smoking, paint my house green, pot-bellied fan at the bar, makes one reluctant critic somewhat of a cheerleader. This unconditional positive regard makes me want to love what they always seem to love. After all, who wouldn’t want to be part of something we all can appreciate-the kind of love that gets you out for a bone-chilling winter day—or just the mere appreciation for your hometown team, showing up to play their hearts out on one of these bone-chilling days? Both make it worthwhile to be a fan. And to be a fan, it takes more than just loyalty. It takes unconditional love. And so the love runneth over, once again, into the bay tonight.