Born out of a series of Tweets by commenter @RandBallsStu, an idea by your humble proprietor and a sick thirst to rile up Packers fans for no good reason, we present the second installment of our series called, "The Increasingly Lost Season." In this series, Stu will give a brief recap of the Packers' misfortunes as they tumble from 15-1 Super Bowl repeat team of destiny to Randy Wright-esque putridity (even if, in all likelihood, they really don't).
- The last Lambeau game I attended was this tilt in 1997. I remember the stadium being nice. This version of Lambeau, however, is a [redacted] palace, and it is better than the Metrodome by a factor of a number that hasn’t been created yet. If anything in Wisconsin can be said to be opulent, this is it. Outside of the Park Oasis Inn in Mauston, I can think of no better place in the entire state. If the Vikings were to build a carbon copy and just replace the color scheme, it would be the first smart thing to come out of the stadium debate.
- There was a food item available called the Packer Pride, which was a bratwurst, stuffed with a hot dog, wrapped in bacon, stuffed in a pretzel bun. For $15, you could get the footlong version of this. My friend Mike consumed the smaller $10 version. He was in a weird place emotionally afterwards: “That was either the best or worst thing I’ve ever eaten. Time will tell.”
- As I noted on Twitter, the Packers fans around us were drunk, cordial and constantly screaming about the referees being against them. So, yes, they are pretty much Vikings fans.
- A couple of us saw a Vikings fan in a purple sombrero in the concourse prior to the game. Was it this man? I’d lean towards yes, but there was no shortage of fans peacocking on both sides (the Vikings pimp guys, numerous men in Lombardi coats/hats, etc.), so multiple purple sombrero-wearers would not surprise me in the least.
- The sad guy in an autographed Tommy Kramer jersey smoking a heater and giving out hugs as we left the stadium was my favorite part of the whole game day experience.
- Note to Patrick Reusse: I did NOT see the Weeping Blondes.
- Spotted folks wearing both Rhett Ellison and Tim Masthay jerseys. I’d mock them, but I would absolutely sport a Jermaine Wiggins or Chester Marcol gameworn.
- The beer vendor for our section (Dan) was on a first name basis with the regulars, and came back before the game ended to shake hands and say goodbye to everyone. That’s weird, right?
- I was in my seat for both of Christian Ponder’s awful interceptions, the dreadful roughing-the-passer call that negated the Jared Allen pick, the Blair Walsh miss, and all the Green Bay touchdowns. I was in line for the rest room when Adrian Peterson made his 80-yard run. So, there’s that.