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It was 1996, and I barely knew anything about football. I had just started up my first year of pewee at 7 years old and my house was going insane. My father, a diehard New England fan, and my stepmother, a diehard packer fan, were going to see their two teams clash. Yea Yeah, normally one would think a good son would take after his Father rather than his step mother, but i enjoied seeing my fathers team, the patriots get pummled in the superbowl by Favre and the Green Bay Packers.
Ever since that day i swear my blood changed colors to green and gold. I now reside, 14 years later, in Virginia Beach, Virginia. Packer fans are few and far between around here, but i make sure our presence is known in the sea of Redskin, Eagle, and Panther fans that I swim in every day.
GO PACK GO!
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