When I was around eight or nine years old, each week my Dad would set the timer on the VHS recorder on Monday nights and get the single NFL game they used to play on Australian free-to-air television on a long-play tape. The first game I watched had the Green Bay Packers at home, though I can’t remember who they were hosting. My favourite colour at the time was green, so becoming a Packers fan was inevitable.
I idolised Brett Favre so much that I ditched my marine biology career aspirations and decided I was going to become a quarterback. Given my inability to play sports with any grace and the fact you can’t really play American Football in a small town in Australia, that dream wasn’t realised. Plus Brett Favre turned out to be a bit of a dick. But I will always remain a Packers fan.
I am proud of them this year, they’re at 13-0, just three games away from a perfect season. Sure their defense has been leaking points like secrets from a spy being waterboarded, but you can’t expect everything all at once. Aaron Rodgers is playing like a man possessed, Jordy Nelson’s hands must be covered in glue and Ryan Grant has decided to start showing up for the game, instead of being vaguely present. Here’s hoping they don’t choke on their cheese.