Two households both alike in dignity,
at fair Lambeau where we lay our scene.
From ancient (well, since 1974 anyway) grudge break, to new mutiny
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes…
Me thinks not.
We took our niece to a Packer game and, from the tips of her neon green and blue clad fingers, to the depths of her impressive command of NFL football, she’s a SEAHAWKS fan.
“Uncle Steve told me not to be an obnoxious fan,” she said as we discussed whether she had warm enough game day gear.
Fortunately, the young woman does not have an obnoxious bone in her body. She does, however, have a passion for the game.
“Do you want to wear this scarf?” I asked, innocently holding up a Packer green and gold wool scarf.
“No way!” she said, a bit too definitively for my taste.
“I have some nice warm gloves,” I said, holding out a lovely green and gold pair.
“I’m good,” she said, smiling.
We looked like that classic Seasame Street game when we posed for pre-game pictures.
“One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn’t belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?”
But, even with our divided loyalties, we had a really good time and not just with Mari. Every Seahawks fan we met (and there were a lot of them) cheered both graciously and knowledgeably.
We Packer fans have a history in Seattle I’d prefer not to talk about it. (But, that Fail Mary! And ahhh, Brandon Bostick, I know you didn’t mean it, buddy. I hope things are going well for you up there in New York.)
But the best types of NFL rivalries involve mutual respect and that’s what it felt like Sunday at Lambeau.
Of course, it helped that at 8-3-1 the Seahawks are sitting nicely in the NFC West and that the Packers played their best game of the season.
Still, as I chatted with the Seahawks fan to my right who had dyed his beard a deep, Seattle blue, and my husband conversed with a group of Seahawks fans to his left, and we watched the Seahawks fan in front of us catch the eye of a group of players and have an actual screaming but pleasant conversation with them, I admired the fact that Seattle fans travel well.
I know another team that travels well.
So, I’m going to wish those Seahawk fans, including my darling niece, good luck the rest of the season.
Hopefully, we’ll meet again real soon.