Win, lose or somewhat deflating tie, Packer games have always been excellent opportunities to celebrate family.
We bring them with us to games, gather around living room televisions to watch with them, text updates, share touchdown traditions and toasts, food and frustrations, strategies and stories.
Yesterday, I was lucky enough to tailgate with my husband, mother, daughter, sister, brother, sister in-law, and two of my husband’s cousins (along with a bunch of friends who felt like family).
Later, as I sat at the game under a hot Sunday sun, I thought about all the family memories we make every season in that historic stadium, and all the cool memories everyone else brings with them to the game.
Because it’s the only real home stadium we’ve ever known, Lambeau holds memories of all the people who have attended games there since 1957. On game day, it pulses with them. I remember ducking when Eugene Robinson intercepted a pass and celebrated by jumping into the stands (right onto my sister Kathy and my husband Vince) in 1996.
I remember how nervous I was when my daughter Katherine sang the national anthem on opening day in 2001 and again in 2006. I remember eating popcorn out of a megaphone-shaped cardboard container and watching my dad play in 1968.
And, my memories are just a few of the millions of memories made by families every game day.
Yesterday, my mom was thrilled to see her friend Jerry Kramer receive his Hall of Fame ring on the field during halftime, an occasion he proudly shared with all six of his kids.
They say a tie football game is like kissing your sister, but it was a lot better than a loss and, best of all, it’s another chance for all of us to make a memory of two.
What’s your favorite Lambeau memory?