>My Green Bay Packers had a bye the first week of postseason. Depending on the results of two other games (or three?), they knew they would either play the New York Giants, the Detroit Lions, or the Atlanta Falcons. Or was it – Giants, Lions, or Saints? No, I think the Saints are elsewhere in the seeding order. Is that redundant – seeding order?
Category Archives: Packers
>Eating the Opponent for the Playoffs
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>Taking Stock of Christmas
>What can I give you this Christmas?
Something sparkling to go with your eyes?
I’ll give you the light of a Yuletide star
from the cold December sky.
What can I give you this Christmas?
Something soft like the sound of your name?
I’ll give you the hush of the falling snow
as it settles on the ground.
There isn’t much that a boy like me can give to a girl like you.
I’ve searched the Christmas shop windows and now I know it’s true.
What can I give you this Christmas?
Not a thing that I’ve seen will do.
So I’ll give you my heart and my own true love
that will last the whole year through.
>Eating the Opponent: Chicago!
>Why are you reading blogs? It’s Christmas Eve! Oh, yes, it’s NFL football day, too. My Green Bay Packers play tomorrow, though. However, Green Bay maintains its popularity in the NFL schedule by playing on the national stage again, this time on a holiday: Christmas Day.
>Green Bay Packers fans
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- Your favorite starting quarterback has a streak of incomplete passes – 3 in all.
- You buy Christmas gifts at the Packer Pro Shop for out-of-state relatives.
- You imagine the visiting teams saying, “We came, we saw, we lost” on their way out of Lambeau.
- Your favorite field goal kicker is considered in a slump if he misses. That’s misses one field goal.
- Your weekly superstitions continue, even though you know the team doesn’t need your help.
- You have a cheesehead that sports the words “NFL Owner.”
- Your decorative ceramic seagull wears a Barbie-doll size cheesehead.
- Instead of rushing into laundry to prepare for game day, you just take out another piece of Packer-wear because you own enough to last through the playoffs — and indeed, the Super Bowl.

>Eating the Opponent – the Oakland Raiders
>Sometimes it’s the quest. It’s the journey, not the destination. When Eating the Opponent, however, the destination matters, too. The Oakland Raiders presented a challenge.
>Eating the Opponent – New York or New Jersey?
>My Green Bay Packers play the New York Giants tomorrow. In keeping with our tradition, we are planning to serve New York cuisine of some sort tonight to represent eating the opponent. This gets complicated, though. The Giants don’t actually play in New York. Their home field, Met Life Stadium, is actually in New Jersey. What to do, what to serve, what to eat?
>Eating the Opponent – and Michigan’s U.P.
>We’ll be eating a traditional turkey dinner at Grandma’s on Thanksgiving Day. Grandma is cooking most of it ahead of time so she can watch the game.

>Eating the Opponent – a different angle
>Here’s a look at the opponent wall in the Packers Hall of Fame from a different angle. This week we took a different angle on our Eating the Opponent project, too.
>Touring Lambeau Field, Daisy style
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The Wall of Opponents is rather long and curved; it’s tough to fit the whole thing in a standard picture. The menu would take up an additional wall.
Then there was the Packer trivia game. I got a few wrong (doh! I should have known the answers), but I still made the High Scores list. What? You doubt me?
I compared spirited socks with one of the girls along on the tour. Mine are on the right. I could be convinced to pick up a pair like hers. Socks like these would coordinate perfectly with my pink Packers polo shirt.
And I seriously coveted the tour guides’ shoes. I know, these are men’s shoes. But they could be made in women’s sizes, I’m sure. Couldn’t they? I mean, the Pro Shop carries Super Bowl XLV sweaters for dogs; they could make tour guide shoes for women.
These shoes are standing on hallowed ground: The Tunnel. Come the next home game, I’ll have a new perspective as the team comes out of the tunnel onto the field.