Look Homeward, Angel

I moved to Minneapolis 8 years ago from…wait for it…Green Bay, Wisconsin. I grew up in Green Bay and it’s a town that will always hold a special place in my heart. It’s a place where the mullet is still acceptable fashion and Color Me Badd is still played in the clubs. Of course, it’s also the home of the legendary Green Bay Packers. In Green Bay, football (the American kind) becomes the official religion of the town for four months of the year. On autumn Sundays, church attendance dramatically declines and the shopping malls are practically empty. The fire hydrants are painted green and gold, the official team colors. No, I’m not kidding. I can’t think of any other place in the United States that has its identity so intertwined with a sports team. It can be a bit much, to be honest. But I am a Packers fan and always will be. So on a whim, I called the Packers ticket office today and discovered that disability tickets are still available for several games. A road trip may be in my future.