Go, Pack, Go!

Well, the wife and I made the trip safely to and from the mecca--Lambeau Field--today, as scheduled.....Ah, Green Bay in December: toasty warm!

Ha ha.

If you don't mind fog and a bit of spitting snow and below freezing temps and really ugly snowpants, it's all good.

Even if you mind those things, it's worth it to experience Lambeau Field in such conditions. It's not like this was the "Ice Bowl" or anything. Just remember to wear your long undies, drink hot chocolate and go to the bathroom if you're really cold (cuz it's seven million degress in there).

So, to answer your questions:

Yes, it was cold.

Yes, it was fun.

Yes, there were bare bellies (and even women in bikini tops).

If you're too wimpy to bare your belly, just wear your best orange hunting gear and you'll

fit right in. Fashion has no place in football, so don't worry about how ridiculous you look, especially in December.

Yes, there were really 70,000 people there.

(That's a LOT of cheeseheads.)

Yes, Big Foot was there.

Yes, people really wear cheeseheads. Can't afford a cheese wedge? Just paint your head like a helmet:

Yes, Brett Favre is still the man.

BONUS! It was Brett Favre bobble head doll day!!!

Mrs. Hilfiger and her daughter Sporty Hilfiger were great hostesses during this freezy event. They gave the wife the tickets for Christmas, provided us a place to spend the night & a ride to the game, they provided words of wisdom about surviving the game....like, they were smart enough to rent us some bleacher seat thingies so our butts wouldn't freeze to the metal bleachers. (Um, does anyone else think it's a bad idea to have metal bleachers in a place that is so cold?)

You know that kid in "A Christmas Story?" You know, the one that is so bundled up he can't move and then can't get up when he tips over? That's what we looked like. Thankfully, none of us tipped over.

(This Lion's fan used his head to suggest firing the Detroit GM. How can you not love that?)

Besides watching the game, the wife ate some real Wisconsin Brats while I ate a rather cold but tastily salty pretzel. We drank hot chocolate out of fancy souvenir mugs, we wiped our noses with napkins, we helped Sporty Hilfiger put cheese on her pretzel, we watched the Packers TROUNCE the Lions. We went to the bathroom even when we didn't need to because it was so warm in there.

Most importantly, we watched Brett Favre play, albeit only for a quarter. History in the making!

Okay, so we really weren't really too cold. I'd like you to think we were suffering but we weren't. Only our tootsies were complaining. I don't understand why our tootsies were cold because we all had our special socks on, we had those foot warmer things in our boots, we tried to keep our feet out of the water, we had our best winter boots on. Still, the tootsies got kind of frozen. It got colder as the day went on but that's only because we weren't drinking beer. Being sober does have its disadvantages, I guess.

We didn't see Deanna Favre and we could only barely see the guys in the Fox booth, but we did see Tony Siragusa walk by, so that was mildly exciting. No sign of Suzi Kobler, Pam Oliver or Jillian the Weather Lady, though.

The wife announced that this was the best Christmas present she has EVER received.

You know what? I can't argue with that.