I’m going to keep this post simple, as a result of my attention being diverted by a new, eagerly awaited football season. Our Green Bay Packers took one on the chin Thursday night, compliments of the reigning champs, which made for mixed emotions… On one hand, they demonstrated why they are the reigning champs by clearly out playing us in most aspects of the game and there’s little to be ashamed of when you’re second best in the company of greatness. On the other hand, we didn’t seem to play up to what our collective pieces seem to indicate we’re capable of and that stings… Regardless of the opponent.
The insane part of me has accepted my share of the blame, due to my faulty cheesehead and lackadaisical armchair support. The sane portion knows that 15-1 is still respectable and reason enough to do it all again in a week.
Closer to home, I was able to cheer on my hometown Neenah Rockets as they continued on a different trajectory and ran their record to 3-0 with an impressive win tonight over Oshkosh West.
And the best part of all this is that it’s only Saturday morning and there’s still 2 full days of madness to go, until the Monday morning pigskin hangover hits.
So, maybe “simple” was the wrong word to introduce this post, but it sums up this poem I ran across in one of my son’s grade school journals and puts a smile on my face every time I read it for all the same reasons I shared above: