Dear Roger Goodell,
I know you enjoy to stay as far away from the edge as possible at all times, but it's time you hang from the cliff and attempt something that could be great.
Bring the Super Bowl to Green Bay!
I know it's a stressful time in your life—it became official Tuesday that you would actually be taking a slight chance in four years from now—but while you're adjusting to the new idea why don't you start big and hope for beginners' luck?
In four years, Super Bowl XLVIII will be played at The Meadowlands, where the weather could be a little bit chilly.
I don't know whether your trying to bring the BIGGEST event of every year to the world's biggest media market, or your finally realizing what football is about, but I sure hope it's the latter.
Football is a man's game that should be played in manly elements.
Snow, sleet, hail, rain, mud, cold.
It is in those conditions that men come out to play.
Sub-zero temperatures, heated benches, quarterbacks reaching into their heated front pocket, crazy players going sleeveless, fans bundled up like they're going to Antartica, crazy fans freezing through their painted bodies.
That's the way it was meant to be played, that's the way we play it in Wisconsin, and that's the way that they should play it in the Super Bowl.
What's better than to look into a coach's eyes but quickly be distracted by his frost bitten face?
What's better than looking on as players breath fog from the inside of their frozen helmets?
So why should the biggest game, and biggest event of the year be deprived of this feeling?
Because the cold weather might result in less scoring?
It's the Super Bowl, people would watch if you played it in Rome.
We've seen Lambeau Field in January, and it was brutal.
Maybe brutal weather is just what the Super Bowl needs.
Take it from somebody who has watched a whole lot of Packer football in their day: Watching a cold weather game on TV unites fans and competitors.
As fans we tend to forget this, but football players are human. Watching a playoff game at Lambeau makes you realize that.
Just imagine, looking on to your 60 inch plasma screen TV and seeing grown men groan with cold fever.
Cold weather football does what warm weather football can't: it makes each and every player dig out the very best in himself.
There is no such thing as being soft in cold weather football.
Every hit feels harder, every fumble feels more valuable, every play feels more important, every opportunity feels like it may be the last, every inch requires a fight.
Guys go that extra inch when the weather dips below freezing because as the game progresses they realize that every inch is an opportunity, and opportunities are in high demand in those types of games.
Every field goal takes on more value.
Every fumble turns into a brawl before anybody can get a finger on the ball.
Every penalty devastates a team like a stock-holder during "The Great Depression."
Every throw turns into a man vs. nature conflict, where more often than not, nature wins.
Every run turns into a, "who wants it more" type of moment.
Most of all, every fan is on the edge of their seat, because literally ANYTHING can happen.
The ball's in your court Roger, throw it north!