Once a Cheesehead Always a Cheesehead

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The Frozen tundra is where history comes to life, legends evolve, and temperatures have the tendency to drop to -31 degrees Fahrenheit.  History is defined as an account of natural phenomena and that is exactly what the Green Bay Packers are.

Lambeau field, located in Green Bay, Wisconsin has always been a Mecca for me. For the past 14 years I guess you can say I’ve been obsessed with the Green Bay Packers.

When Earl “Curly” Lambeau founded the Acme Packers in 1919, picking up interested factory workers who sought to play football, I’m sure he never knew the fate of the now Green Bay Packers. 

Winning their first Super bowl, in fact the first Super bowl ever played the legend of the Green Bay Packers and the Frozen Tundra began.

Being an only child, my dad’s sole goal in life was to make his daughter as interested in sports as he was. I have always been a person who goes through fads or obsessions if you will of certain things. 

For example, once for six months all I ate was salad. Not because I was on a diet; just because I became addicted. Once it was chicken tenders. Sometimes it's purses, jackets, and shoes (not eating them so much as buying them), but I vividly remember the day my obsession started with the Green Bay Packers.

My dad told me to pick a football team that we would root for together.  Because at this time, I was engrossed with the color green, I immediately chose the Green Bay Packers.  Of course I could have chosen the Miami Dolphins, the Philadelphia Eagles, the Seahawks or the New York Jets but since my fixation was with a hunter green, I choose the Packs.  

I wore a Bret Favre, No. 4 football jersey that was four sizes to big on me for about a month and the obsession never quit. 

Finally, a few months ago, I officially classified myself as a ‘Cheesehead’.  It all started with an exhausting trip to the Upper Peninsula (i.e. the middle of nowhere), Munising, MI to visit my boyfriend.

Long story short, my vacation became more of a volunteer job for the week, tracking black bears and inspecting their every move via satellite telemetry (whatever that means).  As I was rather unenthused by the whole scenario, my boyfriend planned a surprise day trip to Lambeau field, scoring him major brownie points. 

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