In just a few short hours, my husband's team will be playing in the final game of the year before the Super Bowl. I live in the land of Target and Best Buy. But I am from the land of cows and New Glarus. While back home, I'm not as big of a fan as most, but here, the Packers are my boys.
But Vikings fans are straight up assholes. I realize that's a blanket statement and I'm sure that there are some quite lovely Purple People Eater supporters out there. In fact, I'm married to one. But then again, he's also Canadian so he's polite about nearly everything. But for the most part, if you bleed purple in gold, which most don't even if they tell you they do - it's the highest amount of fair weathered fans in concentration I've seen, you're not a nice person to anyone who may cheer for somone else.
This is probably heightened toward me because I'm from Wisconsin and the border battle is fierce!
"When's your team play this week?"
You're right, bud, they don't. But that doesn't mean I'm ditching them for a new team. My team's out, so I'm going to sit back and enjoy the games that are still happening. I'm just not going to automatically jump onto someone else's ship. I'm simply going to be a Football Fan.
"Of course Lambeau's filled, there's nothing else to do in Wisconsin."
Not true, but way to be small-minded. They don't call it God's Country for nothing. People flock to Wisconsin to escape. Fishing, Hunting, Lake-House-ing, Music Fests, Snowmobiling, Hiking, and so on. Yes, a lot of it has to do with nature, but there are Art Festivals and Concerts and Plays too. But the things is, if you're a Football Fan from Wisconsin and you can get tickets to the game, you're there. Not because there's nothing else to do, but because you're loyal and that's exactly where you want to be! And almost every football player who has set foot on Lambeau Field will tell you the energy at that stadium is like no other.
"You live here now and your husband's a fan, so how dare you wear your Packer shirt!"
Two things.
1 - Living somewhere doesn't mean you're now a fan. My husband is still a fierce Winnipeg Jets fan, Wild is a back-up team for him. And although he's spent most of his life in the USA, damn straight he's cheering for Canadia-land for the Olympics!
2 - My husband is in fact a fan of the Vikings. But he knew I was a Packer Fan on our very first date. He is part of this house divided and he's OK with that. It actually makes football season quite fun. Plus, my wedding vows specifically say, "I promise to never be a Vikings fan. But with that also promise that petty things like sports rivalries will never rival the love and dedication that we have for each other."
But, what I will do is NOT cheer for the opposing team. I'm sitting here waiting for the Vikings/Eagles game to start. I am wearing my Packer shirt, not Eagles colors. I will watch the game with little more than observing comments, not longing for either side to be the champion. You know what? I am cheering for my husband to be happy. So take that however you will.
I am ultimately into not judging people for their frivilous preferences. You are a man and enjoy the company of other men, great! You are a chef and refuse to use raw onions, good for you! You're a clay potter and prefer to use blue and greens and not reds, hooray! You're a baker and refuse to bake a cake for someone because of their religous preferences, hold up. You're a sports fan that chastises another for liking an opposing team, get a life.
At the end of the day, we have a lot more pressing things in the world to worry about than what sports colors or logos someone is wearing. Go volunteer at a food shelter or childrens hospital.
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