I am now officially from Wisconsin.

Wisconsin to the core. I mean seriously, where else would I be from?

I have lived here for more than 20 years.  Think about that, 20 years.  Some of you reading this may not be much older than that.  Of course your still sitting there reading my blog, with gives me some sort of power over you, but nonetheless, there is no denying that I am old.  You know, first the earth's core cooled - then I was born then somewhere in there I moved to Wisconsin.

I moved to Wisconsin, so that I could avoid the hassle of all of those mountains and great snowfall and kangaroo's.  In the end, we do like to send out a mailer.

After living here for nigh on 25 years, I decided it was time to truly embrace the place.  So, this past few weeks I have been eating sausages, talking with a wisconsin accent, drinking more beer than I should be and then I finally took the plunge and went to a Packer game.  "Hey, I have never been to a Packer game and I bet you have not either..."  So away we went. Club level it was - chairs with backs even.  (Good for people that are still not converted)

Apparently the purple hoard needed to be turned back.  I did feel just a bit out of place as I did not have a kilt on or goldilocks braids or even any sort of painted body parts.  I did have baloney in my shoes though.  Not sure why, but was told that it was necessary.

First observation about the whole thing. - it was pretty fun.

Next observation - there are alot of people there.  Feels like way more people than any other sporting event i have ever been to.

Third observation - there are not any green and gold sweatshirts available in the world anywhere.  They are all at Lambeau field.  In the imortal words of Buckaroo Banzai - wherever you are, there you are.

Damn. That is a lot of green and yellow.

I spent most of my time at the game scanning the air looking for the golden snitch and trying to be ready to dodge a bludger.  I am certain that the drunk girl at the end of our row was knocked silly by a bludger.  One minute she was dancing and being vulgar spilling her beer on neighbors, and the next she was sprawled out over the dude in the row ahead of us. That lead to a bunch of leering at the mom in the back row and then a bunch of people calling for a first down. 

The traffic on the way home was impressive.  How do 60,000+ people get the hell out of dodge?  They sit in traffic and hope for the best.  The best is pretty slow moving. 

In the end, the Pack (I have learned that is what you call them), smashed the purple marauders.  There was one runner kinda guy in purple that was pretty impressive in his speed, oh Peterson was his name-o. 

Now where is my University of Wisconsin Buckey sweatshirt, my Green Bay car flags, my Brewers baseball jersey...  Odd that Penguin being there.

Much of the game was spent in pursuit.

Liz and John trying to get under the invisibility cloak.

A good time was had by all, don't cha know!