The insanity is really found more in the irony than anything else. I’ve been accused of not being a ‘die-hard’ Green Bay Packer fan. As you all know, that never ends well. Nor will it in this case.
If you haven’t figured it out already, I’m about to graduate college at 38-years-old. This December I will walk the stage magna-cum-laude from the University of Wisconsin with degrees in Technical Communication/Digital Humanities and Journalism. I owned a small art and frame store in early 2000, and went back to school in 2004 when I started to feel the pinch of the impending economic collapse. Prior to that I spent nearly a decade as a disc-jockey. I would not trade those years of street smarts for anything, but truth be told I have never spent a day of my life in financial comfort. I have literally spent years living pay-check to pay-check and sometimes pay-check to nothing. I’ve never bought a new car, never had a credit card and never made a mortgage payment in my life. I’m poor, plain and simple.
I have two expensive things in my house. They are the two computers that use every day to write every word you read. Outside of that, everything is either a hand-me-down or the cheapest version of whatever product it might be. My neighbors have a little white trash in them, my house has sun washed asbestos siding on it, and outside of the acre of lawn and garden that I have it’s far from a tropical oasis. I have lived this way for the past 20 years.
Despite all of this, for some reason I continue to spend unimaginable amounts of time making pennies or less on the hour to run this here Packer blog. I have to basically beg for money, something that I am not proud of. This year marked the fourth year in a row I have devoted nearly all my spare time to building, writing, and entertaining Packer fans everywhere. Besides a few great writers, I have built every inch of this website myself, even painstakingly teaching myself how to write PHP code to some extent. I have nearly 5,000 posts, 15,000 comments, hundreds of hours of hand made video and audio, and over 11,000 tweets. I haven’t missed a Packer game since 1994. I’ve gone broke attending a Packer game two times (thanks IronMan). I also recently sold my only other thing of value (Nintendo wii) to attend the Donald Driver Softball game and get some footage for this blog.
I really don’t even need to start to prove that I am a die-hard Packer fan, so much so that I’m not even going to bother. It’s so obvious that even the dumbest of the dumb can’t refute it. Unless you’re Packer’s Lounge commenter Fitzcore I guess.
“I would have rather made $10 an hour shoveling cow-shit, than made $50 an hour doing anything that involved the bares or queens all day every day. Get it? Conviction, look it up. You either got it or you don’t.”
I’ll let that accusation slide simply because it just a dumbass ludicrous comment, but what I can’t let slide is the thought that my quality life, and the desire to enhance it, in any way, shape, or form should, or does, take away from my die-hard fan status. Dude, that’s just fuckin’ dumb. I’m in communications and journalism. There is going to come a day when I have to consider a job that improves my lot in the world. God knows what that job will be, and perhaps it be a freelance gig, but either way it most likely will detract from my ability to provide consistent Green Bay Packer opinion. In turn, it will allow me to eat food, take my dog Gary to the vet when he needs to go, and allow my awesome wife some much needed rest. For all I know it will be covering ice-skating or tractor races, but the chances that it involves the Packer’s are pretty slim. That being said, I call bullshit on your statement all the way.
Coincidentally, I have made 10 dollars an hour shoveling cow-shit before, so I know what it’s like. But to say that you would give up your cushy spot in life and sell out your family for your team is both a crock and even worse a stupid ass move as a human being. The Packers don’t even exist next to needs of my wife and loved ones, and I have done an admirable job to this point finding ways to make sure both the Packers and everything else meld together like they need to. However, when it comes to the defining moment when I have to choose between a better life and my ability to live the Packers 24-7, it’s a no brainer. The Packers could give two-shits about me, while my wife lovingly deals with my shit everyday while I pick up my dogs.
I have more conviction about more things than you can ever imagine. I’ve proved that over and over and over again. Far more than in some two bit comment in the comment section of the Packers blog I write. I wear the Green and Gold everyday and will continue to do so until the end of time. You saying that a non-Packers related job is selling out and making me a casual fan is as insulting as it is ridiculous. If that truly is the case, I say put your money where your mouth is.
You’re supposedly a die-hard Packer fan in every respect, willing to throw your family and your career out the window for your team. If that is the case, let’s see you open up that thick wallet and give me an opportunity to do that too. I’m not talking about a 100 bucks either, it’s four figures or nothing as far as I’m concerned. Give me your family vacation. You want to prove your a die-hard willing to back up your statement where it really matters? Well prove it, like I have. Until then you’re just another guy in the comment section.
It’s real simple Fitz. Before anything, I am a fan of those I love. Those people that mean more to me than anything that ever will appear on Lambeau field. That’s called being a human die-hard.
That’s ironically is also the definition of Packer people. Which quite obviously you are not sir.
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