It also is a day to go whole-hog into watching some serious NFL action, basically noon to midnight. Screw all that sentimental stuff, people, we're talking football!
Sure, it's old, and for Monday Night Football, but I think you get the idea. Plus, Bocephus.
So anyway, here at the Wolves household, we take our football seriously. There will be game food porn later, of course, but we already have Packers celebrations going on. Take, for instance, the auxilliary backup dog:
She's happy -- nay, proud - to wear the green and gold. Of course, it keeps her warm in the winter, so she probably is happy. And then, we have the shrine, with a Packers train, a miniature Lambeau, Packers Santa and assorted other Green Bay memorabilia. Go Pack!
I guess Matt Flynn will start today. I think it is no coincidence that the Packer started losing when Mrs. Wolves lost one of my Packers socks, which I always wear on game days (superstitious much?). Sure, Aaron Rodgers breaking his collarbone might have played into it, but don't complicate the narrative. Yesterday, I cleaned out the laundry room (huge chore) and found the missing sock. I'm not saying this has implications for what will happen to the Packers in Detroit today. I'm just sayin'. Update: Finding the sock had no impact. It might have had a negative impact.
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