I really do like winning more, but it was not to be. Still, on a hot
August October night, there's nothin' like football in Titletown. Yeah, dang, it was HOT! I brought a jersey to wear and a sweatshirt, in case it cooled off, and was given a G-Force T-shirt at the door (along with a pompom) -- and I folded 'em all up and made a nice, cushy seat for myself on the bleachers! On the way home, at 11:15 p.m., it was still 80F. Weird.
Let's look on the bright side:
- The Packers are 4-1. That's still pretty darn good.
- "The Bears Still Suck," and always will, and I mean that in the most loving and endearing and good-natured rivalry way. Katie and her friend both wore big stickers proclaiming such, which they earned by kicking a teddy bear in the parking lot during pre-game festivities. Heh.
- It being Breast Cancer Awareness Month, there were pink towels on the sidelines, and survivor Deanna Favre was co-captain of last night's game. Speaking of which, have you done your daily click?
- The UW Marching Band did not disappoint; in fact, they're awesome, and just a bit cheeky. The tuba section marched 'round the end zone at one point, the covers on their horns spelling out: NICE CLIPBOARD REX. Small horn sections popped up randomly in the aisles to play a few bars of "On Wisconsin" during the second half.
Pretty much, whatever anyone 'round here feels about the game has been eclipsed by sadness over yesterday's senseless and unbelievable tragedy in Crandon. I caught wind of it just before I left for the game, but I think most people first learned of it afterwards -- or this morning. And it's even worse than I first read. Crandon is about 125 miles north of here -- far but not unfamiliar, as lots of people in these parts spend their vacations or have cottages in those parts. Too many young lives lost -- such young lives.