Sunday Night Lights

There is nothing like the spectacle of football at the world’s Mecca of football – The House of Lambeau.












Lawyer invited Sid, the Frau and I to accompany him to the Packer opener against the Bears.

It seems only right that Das Bus would appear here at the Campingplatz. (Hey. Bus guy. Bad grammar. Der Bus.)














No - that is not a flag growing from the head of that clown. It is a poorly composed picture by me.
















Speaking of clowns. These two clowns from Minnesota sat next to my Frau. One a Bear fan and the second a Viking fan. They were a pathetic duo. The sociopath in the Bear jersey insisted on wearing the Frau’s Packer feather boa. He is one sick dude. His sidekick sported a Viking jersey with old broken-down whathisname on it.

We had to put-up with the beer-soaked, drooling blather of these cretins for almost four entire quarters.

With barely a minute left in regulation play the Pack scored from behind to win 21-15. It was at this point that God (who happens to be a Packer fan) struck them dumb. Not a peep.

Good things come in fours. Four injured Bears players are taken from the field. And Cutler throws four interceptions.

Urlacher underwent surgery Monday to repair a dislocated right wrist and is done for the season. Stick a fork in him and check for yourself. He's done. Perhaps that will teach him a lesson for taking a cheap shot at Packer quarterback Aaron Rodgers.