Yesterday I did my Target run super early because I knew game day traffic would be nuts. We live off a major shortcut to Lambeau (we're 20 minutes away from the stadium) and I heard cars going by all day long while I worked in the garden. Twice I had to head out--once to get Mr. T from Robotics Club and again to bring him to soccer practice--both times the cars were 7-10 deep at our tiny intersection in town--game traffic.
Mr. D was at the game and attested to the crush of people. His ears were still ringing this morning from the noise. We could hear the fireworks, see the flyby and feel the excitement from our house. Seriously. The boys and I watched it all from our TV at home, cheering wildly as the Pack showed why they are World Champions. Mr. G and Mr. B wore their team jerseys (Finley and Matthews, respectively) and belly bumped after every touchdown.
What a season opener--the Packers lost nothing in the off-season and proved they'll be contenders again this year. Drew Brees is no slouch as a quarterback, the Saints played a tough game, but little things like that touchdown by Cobb (he flipped and landed on his feet!) added up. And the final play after the pass interference? Mr. D couldn't see it from his spot in the end zone, but the Packers defense sprang up and under like a well-oiled machine and stuck that ball. I kid you not--they actually pushed it back a yard. It was amazing to watch.
Mr. D held up a blue sign during the anthem (part of the flag surrounding the stadium) and held a gold sign at the end of the first quarter. He said the crowd started out mad when Cobb began running the punt return, then began to cheer and erupted when he made it across. We've been to a lot of games, but Mr. D said this was more amped up than any he's attended.
And in a funny side note, there was this big free pre-game concert--Kid Rock, Maroon 5 and Lady Antebellum that brought in even more people than a regular game would. (No joke--Green Bay sent their kids home from school at noon yesterday.) I know so many people wanted to go, including my neighbor gal, J. Well, Mr. D saw it, he was there.
Mr. D: I couldn't believe how many people were there for the concert. They were backed up to 4 rows in front of where we tailgate.
Me: S's sister was there. She's a huge Kid Rock fan.
Mr. D: Yeah, a lot of people were in front of the stage to watch Kid Rock.
Me: He's quite popular.
Mr. D: I don't get the big deal--he's just really loud.
Me: I said he was popular, not talented.
But it's true, that gritty, greasy, long-haired bad boy type has certain appeal.