Remembering Green Bay Packer Sundays.....

Those of you who know me, know that I am a Packer fan to the bone. Like most Packer fans, I was raised a Packers fan and it is part of my life. Yes, we all have a choice of who we will root for, but being a Packer fan is really something that is in your blood.

Growing up, Sundays were meant for just a few things; Church, Family and Green Bay Packer football. Mom would wake us up early so all 5 of us kids could get ready for church. Church always seemed to go really slow because of the anticipation of what came afterwards. Ok, it wasn't the anticipation of watching football, it was the anticipation of going over to our Grandparents house.

When church let out, we waited for Mom to finish "talking" to her friends; impatiently I might add. C'mon Mom, don't you remember that Grandma most likely went to the grocery store and bought hot ham and hard rolls for our lunch!!?? Of course, we had to stop at home and change out of our church clothes, so we didn't ruin them at Grandma's house during half time playing football!

Generally, the Packer game was underway by the time we got to Granny's house. The smell of hard rolls warming in the oven filled the air and you could bet for sure that Grandpa was in his favorite recliner watching the game. Gramps would wear his favorite white Packers ball cap, smoke his cigarettes and drink his coffee. These were not the "Glory Days" of Packer football, these were the rough years and Gramps voiced his opinion quite often. Cursing was not a regular occurence at home or at Granny's house; except on Sundays.

I can still remember the first time Brett Favre played. Gramps was a bit more vocal than normal, because he just knew this kid was gonna screw it up. There was plenty of cursing going on that Sunday and I can still picture Gramps sitting on the edge of his recliner waving his hands at the tv in disgust. Gramps wouldn't get to see this "kid" Brett take the Packers to the Super Bowl and win, but I bet you a dollar he would have still stuck to his guns on his thoughts about Brett screwing up...LOL.

My hope is that my boys share the same passion with me on Packer football and look forward to Sundays at my house when they have families of thier own. Yeah, those years are a ways away, but I can't stop remembering Green Bay Packer Sundays and what they meant to me.

@MarkBolin