True to form, I've skipped out on the blogging...again.
In my defense, I've subbed a couple days, and I got sick (yes, again). All those darn kids in 4K totally gave me the worst cold I've had in quite a while. I'm pretty sure I'm going to lose my voice between right now (pretty squeaky & scratchy & not right) and 24 hours from now. I will be going to the Celebration in Titletown tomorrow at Lambeau Field to celebrate the team bringing the Lombardi Trophy HOME to Green Bay. I'll be going with Abbie, who is an Alpha Xi Delta from Marian University. Abbie is to Theta Tau Chapter what I am to Iota Lambda Chapter when it comes to passion for the Green and Gold. Abbie & I have never actually met, so it will be very fun for us to have this be our first interaction outside of Facebook :)
I'll definitely be posting a lot of pictures on Facebook tomorrow, but I'll try to pick out a few good ones and put them up on here. I figured the $5 ticket and the time/gas to get the Green Bay was totally worth it to celebrate a Super Bowl win. This is only the 2nd time in my life that we've won a Super Bowl, and while I believe we can come back numerous times in the near future, I don't know that I will have the opportunity to celebrate with the team in the future. Not to mention just how proud I am of this team. I've always been proud to be a Packer fan, all my life, and will continue to be so until the day I die. But there is something about the adversity, the difficulty, the injuries that this team has had to overcome. The number of young guys who stepped up when a veteran got injured and couldn't go, has astounded me. These young kids, no one has heard of, out of small colleges no one knows where they are, come in and make plays, and just like that we're in the Super Bowl--WINNING the SUPER BOWL.
Needless to say, I was rather speechless last night. Even this morning, it took me a second to remember that we really did win the Super Bowl. It was a great experience. I was crying with the guys on the field, knowing (even if just fractionally) how much it means to guys like Charles, Donald, Ryan, and John, and how much it will mean to the younger guys on the team, when they have been in the league longer, and have a chance to really appreciate what this means.
The thing I really love the most about the Super Bowl--any Super Bowl? Post game, that confetti's flying, and what do you see? Grown men, holding their little kids, crying like big babies. I love it. Not only do I love when you get to see these "tough guys" crying because this means so much, but there is nothing, NOTHING, more attractive (and honestly, sexier) than seeing a guy be a good dad. Now, sure typically those moments are between married men, but it's still completely adorable (and a great example). There's one picture I saw from last night I really enjoy that has Aaron Rodgers, his parents, his brothers, and his grandparents. I love when you see a guy like that, single, sharing this special moment with the people who really got him there. Much like the picture of Clay Matthews III with Clay Matthews Jr. I don't know where the rest of the Matthews family ran off too--because I'm sure at least his immediate family was there, if not his Uncle Bruce, and Grandpa Clay Sr.
So there you go. That's my life. I'm sick. I'm going to see my Green Bay Packers tomorrow to welcome them home. Any Questions? Post them here.
