A couple of years ago photos circulated of our beloved QB and this girl on the beach. I remember them. The majority of guys cheered him on and the girls noted a tattoo or two, but mostly the story died down.

Recently there’s been internet speculation that Mr. Rodgers and this woman are now engaged. Apparently this is all the rage.

A fluff 60 minutes piece that I thought was a joke of journalism, “outed” the relationship. And after photos from a recent trip to see his younger brother play college ball surfaced of Rodgers and his gal pal, it’s the story that some fans cannot get enough of.

After speaking with some on twitter today and listening to talk radio, people have attempted to boil down the discussion to the point that fans, and in my opinion, Packer fans especially, care so much for the players and teams they follow that these fans want to feel as if they know the players. They know them for three hours on a Sunday (or Thursday or Monday or sometimes Saturdays). They know them on twitter. They know them via the many radio/tv shows. They know them through the 24 hour news that we all, myself very much so included, gobble up like it’s our last meal.

I’m skeptical. I don’t believe any fan has a right to know personal information about a player or person if that person does not want to share. And the idea that fans have that expectation somehow justifies it, doesn’t compute for me.

Its an argument though, that I have made in my past. Especially when referring to Brett Favre. He was, by many standards, an open book. We knew of his partying days, the bars he’d frequent. We knew of his addiction battles. We knew of his girl friend and child and when they moved to Green Bay. And I think we all cheered when they finally married. His battles, his failings, his victories and his family were all very public. They are all put out there for us to digest.

I read Deanna’s book, and when she spoke of their second daughter’s birth, I thought to myself, I remembered when Deanna was preggers and I remember when Breleigh was born. I remember when Favre’s father Irv died. I sobbed. I hated, honestly hated, the Eagles not just for 4th and 26 which happened in the playoffs after Irv’s passing, but because they said, their papers said, their fans said, the miracle ends here. How dare they not take the loss of my quarterback’s father as seriously as I did.

And when Brett finally left, I was at a loss for words to explain why it hurt so much. A part of my life was over. That’s what it felt like. But a part of my life wasn’t really over. It just felt that way. It felt that way because Favre cultivated that relationship with fans. He was with us and we were with him.

In so many ways, and most to his benifit, Rodgers is so different from Favre. He is guarded and private. To those who know him, his teammates, his friends, they get jokes and the details of his life. As fans we get photobombs and a charming and vocal brother.

I can’t imagine replacing Favre was easy or is easy even now, and I’ve had the discussion that it feels like Rodgers does almost all he can to distance himself from the Favre persona.

So when news broke years ago that Rodgers might in fact like a girl, Rodgers became the anti-Favre. To the outside, they weren’t dating. Us fans, we never saw her in a luxury box at Lambeau, we don’t see her on twitter publicly supporting her man. But, and I think it’s safe to say this now, they didn’t stop dating.

In the past year, I’ve been told by many different people in many different settings, that yes, they were dating, but everyone kept it private. It wasn’t talked about. I wasn’t surprised to learn this. I didn’t go back and pull up her picture and curl my face saying “this girl?!”. No. It made sense.

I don’t fault Rodgers for wanting his privacy, or for possibly wanting to be the anti-Favre. We don’t know of the Rodgers property and the large extended family and their 4 x 4 adventures there. And for a couple of years (I didn’t go back and check when the beach pictures hit the web, because I didn’t want to be one of the many searching this info, so I’m guessing its been like two years now), most fans didn’t know who he was dating.

I get wanting to have that connection with a player. At the “snow globe” Seattle play off game in 2008, I was newly single in Cincinnati and watched the game by myself at a local bar. I kept an open seat next to me. It was for Irv.

So I get it. I get seeing a player as so much more than just the position he plays on the field. I get thinking that their family is somehow part of you. And when a player, like Favre welcomes it, relish it, bask in it, we set a seat at the table for Irv, cause he looked like an eater. But when a player seems to go to great pains to keep certain things private and closely guarded. Why press?

If fans really wanted to imagine the player as part of their actual friend and daily life, then wouldn’t that also mean accepting that person’s limits? And this apparently is Rodgers limit. Is he engaged? I don’t know. He’ll tell us if he ever wants to. And until that moment happens, fans should accept it.

Rodgers failure to discuss it isn’t a distraction, fans clamouring for it are. But they are only a distraction to themselves and to twitter feeds.

Instead fans, if you want that connection, go with the many players who do want to share that info with you. Tonight, Tom Crabtree is attending a fundraiser for diabetes, a cause close to him since his wife suffers from type 1 diabetes. He wants to share that with you. Josh Sitton recently got engaged, and he shared those pictures with fans. He also likes to talk about his white truck.

Accept a players limits, and accept what they want to share. Just like with a family member or friend, if they say it’s none of your business, it’s none of your business.

Yet there is more to this time than just the return of our favorite sport. It is the end of a dream for roughly 800 men tomorrow, and the beginning of the next phase of their lives.

While fans were celebrating the start of training camp a mere four weeks ago, approximately 3000 people began the task of auditioning for a job, as NFL players gathered in training camps across the country. Forced to prove they belong on a roster more than the player standing next to them, these athletes had to show day after day that they deserved to play a sport professionally. One bad snap, and it could be the end of the line. One missed block, and it might lead back to looking for work, with the entire process starting over.

This is something I could not imagine having to endure. Think about it for a minute: Teammates who you laugh and joke with are engaged in the same battle you are: trying to win a job. The constant scrutiny of coaches, analyzing every footstep taken on the field. The pacing General Manager on the sidelines, looking at every thing you do, determining if I was a correct fit for what their vision of the team is. And while all this is going on, fans are determining  on a daily basis who is the next star, and whose star has flickered out.

For me, my glory days on the football field ended over 20 years ago, so I will never truly know what it is like to be tapped on the shoulder by a coach, only to be told their time has come to an end. It has to be devastating. After so much time and effort, dating back to when they were Pop Warner stars themselves, finding out that their time on the gridiron may have finally reached its end.

Fans are hard to please. We cheer like crazy when players do well, and are quick to criticize when they play like hot garbage. I freely admit to doing this on a regular basis. Yet for some reason, I find myself envisioning myself in a players’ shoes  more this year, wondering what it would be like to be told my dream was over. That I was not good enough to be in the NFL. That it is time to find another job after practicing for it for years.

At 8pm CDT tomorrow, the dream will end for hundreds of men. And when the final cuts are announced, imagine how you would feel if your dreams came crashing to an end. That is what I will do. And after a few minutes of pondering how it must be to get that news, I will return to being an obnoxious fan.

To say that I took the Packers/Favre divorce hard is an understatement. My whole world stopped; it became my life. I spent hours watching and re-watching his retirement press conference, days debating what kind of itch he might have, constantly finding parallels between it and my real life, and I spent first pass he threw as a Jet sitting on the floor of a bathroom.

So when I received an email from Michael Neelsen in September of 2010 about production of a film called “Last Day at Lambeau”, I developed a kinship with the project. Finally, I was not alone in what I went through or in the range of emotions that raged through me every time I would accidentally catch a clip of Brett Favre playing. Unable to cry on camera about how tragic the story was for me, I waited eagerly for the project to finish. And after viewing the film twice this week, I can honestly say, I did not wait in vain.

Last Day at Lambeau opens with a group of kids inventorying all their packer collectibles. They’re just ordinary Green Bay kids, with a lot of loot. What follows are scenes that many of us know well: young Packer fans clinging to chain link fences watching Packers practice, running alongside a beast of a player riding their bike, waiting with arms outstretched holding cards for players to sign. These images are crucial to the film. The Green Bay Packers did not make Last Day At Lambeau, nor did Brett Favre. This is the story of one fan, Michael Neelsen, and his journey to understanding and explaining the events the led to the Favre/Packers divorce and culminated in the “Last Day At Lambeau”.

“We all loved him.” “I hate Brett Favre.”

Those two sentences are heard back to back in the film, as LDAL goes back to the beginning to tell it’s very detailed story of how Packer fans fell in love, and then mourned, and then were angry, and then were hurt by Brett Favre. The story weaves through interviews with beat reporters, writers, bloggers and fans mixed in with news footage of the time. I don’t think a more detailed and thorough account of that time exists as Neelsen leaves no stone of the tumultuous time unturned.

The people that are featured in LDAL are both its strength and its weakness. Lori Nickel and Tom Pelissero really provide the back bone of the story, from the Favre retirement press conference to the Packers victory of Favre’s Vikings at Lambeau in 2011. Both are strong interviewees and provide great knowledge and insight. Neelsen does a great job of letting the two of them be his storytellers. As this is definitely not just a reporter’s tale, LDAL does also include interviews with St. Vince – one of the most recognizable Packer fans, some of the people who created rallies and websites in support of Brett Favre, and fan site bloggers. These interviews proved very crucial when explaining how fans felt when Favre first retired and then the dramatic return/release request/trade with the Jets period. Yet, after this point, fans make a more limited appearance. My story as a fan did not stop there, and obviously Neelsen’s didn’t either. I would have liked to see more fans – not just the iconic or the ones who started pro-Brett Favre websites – in the film. Someone like myself. Someone who at first really really wanted Favre back and then couldn’t stand him and is now looking for a way to move on.

I suppose though at the same time, LDAL is that fan’s voice. It’s a little strange to write this, but when watching the movie I felt like I was watching a bunch of my memories over again. Yeah, that did happen to me; I found myself nodding along with the film.

But the film is not just rehashing; it’s placing things into context. I’d like to think I remember that time well. But for some reason I was completely surprised to remember that Mark Murphy was hired as Brett was retiring and that two met for this first time when Murphy flew down to Hattiesburg to try to talk Favre out of retiring. I also was unaware the dynamics between Ted Thompson and Mike McCarthy, with some in the film speculating that McCarthy was the one that wanted Favre out more. I also had forgotten that Favre chose to leave. For as much as I would sit and say “he left, he retired…” it completely left my mind that Favre could have simply said to McCarthy in their meeting, “I want to be a Packer” but he didn’t. I also don’t think I ever realized how bad of a cold weather quarterback Favre was becoming in his later years with the Packers. All of these things got kind of mushed together in my brain, with time and distance; to remember, to feel like I was reliving it all, is something that I enjoyed.

One of the biggest questions people have about the film is that they want to know its slant. Is it Pro-Brett or Anti-Brett, as if we were picking sides of a picket line. While the film definitely is told from the side of fans wanting to take back Lambeau from Favre, its less one sided then I think I expected it to be. Instead of worrying about whose story to tell, the film tries to focus more on why this story happened in the first place. Fans loved Favre, idolized him, and at the end of the day, that relationship was not as mutual as most of us thought it was. The film briefly tackles ideas of idol worship, but there is no real solution for it. Where there are sports, there is worship. And where there is business in sports, there will be fan betrayal. Maybe on less of a grand scale as the Favre/Packers divorce, but it will happen again.

Before I watched Last Day at Lambeau, I will admit I was a little afraid. Would I cry again? Would I just be angry all over? I have struggled a lot with trying to come to terms with that man who used to be the Packers quarterback. My memories of him playing are so closely tied with family memories, watching games together, holidays, etc., that for a long time, I despised Favre for all this because I felt like he took those memories away from me. I want to be able to remember those years, to see old clips and smile, not snare and growl. Watching Last Day at Lambeau helped get me to a place that I feel ready to move on. The story, my story, the fan’s story, has been told, dissected, examined and put back together. I think any fan of the Packers would enjoy the movie as a means to help heal their wounds.  I also think the film can serve as a cautionary tale for other sports fans, and could be viewed in a larger context outside the Wisconsin State lines.

The film ends with the Packers victory of Favre and the Vikings at Lambeau, and returns to the scenes of young fans milling about Lambeau during summer practices. I wish there was more to the story. Perhaps more fan interviews leading up and post the Last Day at Lambeau, or even a mention of what Rodgers and that Packers team would go on to do – win the Super Bowl, or an explanation of how Favre ended his streak and season with the Vikings. But as Wayne Larrivee explains in the film, that game was the bookend. The end of the chapter. We can move on now. And so with that, I have decided I will also move on. See Last Day at Lambeau, it will do you good.

“People in Green Bay, that’s what they have. They have the Green Bay Packers and that’s what they live for.”  - – Tom Pelissero

For more information about Last Day at Lambeau make sure to check out the movie’s website  and facebook page. Last Day at Lambeau will premiere at the 2012 Wisconsin Film Festival, April 18 – 22.

I laughed and called it pathetic in the CHTV Chat. Some were taken aback by my choice of the word pathetic.

Good for the Chiefs. They rallied around their new coach and they just knocked off the last unbeaten team and reigning Super Bowl champs. That’s a big deal…when you’re a crappy team. That’s your super bowl, only when you have no realistic chance of making it to the real super bowl. Should they celebrate? Sure. But the Gatorade bath? I wouldn’t.

I feel this way about most celebrations. A couple of years ago the IU basketball team rushed the court because they beat Wisconsin in the regular season. At the time, Wisco was ranked higher than IU, I honestly don’t even remember if IU was ranked, so yes, it was a “big” win for IU. I remember thinking at the time that it said a lot about where the IU program stood. Indiana is an old school basketball powerhouse. And now the fans were thrilled to knock off Wisconsin. The things you choose to celebrate says something about you and your team.

That was an act of fandom though, and fans are not players. But when I saw the Chiefs celebrating with the Gatorade bath, I immediately thought back to that Wisconsin game. One of my favorite sayings from Arrogant Nation (a USC thing) boils down to, I don’t overly celebrate big win because I expected to win.

Apparently by taking this stance, I am a snob, misdirecting my anger at the loss and a sore loser.

I obviously disagree. I also think I’m slightly more of an expert at what I’m feeling than anyone else. Yes, maybe I should have just sat there and golf clapped for KC and smiled cutely as they showered their interim coach with Gatorade. But to me, from me, that’s condescending. To not point out that this is the greatest the Chiefs can do, and that’s sad for their season as whole, that’s just not who I am. Feel about me how you want. But I’d rather just agree to disagree then name call and poop on my fellow Packers fans.

I’m writing this not simply to get a private issue off of my chest, but to address an epidemic that seems to be spreading throughout the ranks of the Packer faithful.

“The Packers lost, who can I attack?” Maybe I chose to attack a Gatorade bath, and maybe some people in the chat chose to attack me. But there’s also fans out there attacking players, attacking other fans, attacking their own image in the mirror. Is this really what a loss does to us?

The game was horrible. I’m not fully convinced that anyone besides Tim Masthay from the Packers showed up. It was as if every issue that anyone ever worried about the Packers having happened at the exact same time. Injuries, the offense out of sink and the defense didn’t create any turnovers. And yet, the Packers lost by 5 points. Five. That’s not a lot. Despite still being the best team in the NFL, we’re an angry bitter bunch right now.

So today, fight away. Just keep it clean, don’t directly tweet the players that they sucked, and no hits to the face.

Tomorrow, let’s move on to hating the Bears instead of each other though, okay?

Tonight I will not be cheering for either team, but I will be hoping the Lions lose, perhaps chanting interception on every Stafford throw. That’s my explanation. I understand that some people will actually be cheering for the Bears; I understand that some people will be pulling for the Lions, and I also understand that some people will booing the whole time. But here’s one thing that I really think we all should do: can the talk on what a true fan is.

Why are we arguing over who should win the game tonight? Odds are one of the teams will win it (ties don’t happen a lot – just ask McNabb). So you don’t want to cheer for the Bears, got it, but because someone else, who has the best interest of their team in mind, does it not make them any less of a “true” fan.

I get the confusion. Personally, I don’t like pulling for certain teams to win/lose so that we get a certain match up. I’d rather the team that’s “supposed” to win, win and the Packers just play their best against that team. I’m superstitious, so I don’t like to mess with the greater plan. I also know that the Packers are the best team around and can and will beat anyone so who cares? Am I more of a true fan for thinking that? Nope.

I really hate the phrase “True Fan”. Who’s defined it? Do you have to be a season ticket holder? Does it depend on where you live/grew up? Do you have to travel with the team? Do you have to own the NFL ticket and never miss a game? Do you have to have the team roster memorized? Do you have to be able to know the difference between the hippo and psycho packages? Do you have to own stock?

In the past year, being more connected with other fans than I was previously, I’ve heard a lot of fans say some silly things, do some silly things and have a variety of different thoughts on the team. But for the most part all these people have the Packers in their hearts, and that’s all I need for someone to be a true fan.

So go ahead, cheer for whomever you want tonight. Me, I’ll be going to the boys in blue; the Brewers that is.

Every morning, I follow the routine of opening Twitter and scrolling back through my timeline to see if there was anything I might have missed. Usually, it’s fairly quiet; a little banter back and forth, witn some simple chatting between Tweeps thrown in for good measure. Usually it’s the same night after night.

Last night was not the case.

As I was scrolling, I came across this tweet which immediately peaked my curiosity. What could possibly be in the attached post that would have upset people so much?

I wish I had never clicked the link.

The author of this article, this ridiculously narrow minded article, proceeds to tell the entire world that the reason a fan was beaten to within an inch of his life was because of the clothing he was wearing at a baseball game. That the persons who beat the man into a coma were doing nothing more than “protecting Dodger turf” and that it was the fan’s fault for wearing the opposing team’s jersey that he in essence deserved to be beaten.

Are you kidding me? Seriously?

No one in their right mind, hell even in their wrong mind, should ever have this mentality. EVER. It is one of if not the most pathetic displays of journalistic opinions  I have ever read. He, the author, should be ashamed of himself for putting these thoughts on paper. The website which published it should have it’s entire staff analyzed for allowing this moronic display of opinionated garbage to ever be viewed by the public.

What makes it worse is the piece does not even remotely give the sense of sorrow for the fan who was beaten, or his family. Instead, it chooses to focus solely on the fan himself, what he supposedly did wrong, what he was wearing, and because he is an adult, he should know better to wear an opposing team’s jersey to a game.

Give me a F-ing break!

Let’s think about the Packers for a second. On game day, what do you wear while the Packers are playing? I’d be willing to bet that everyone who is reading this is wearing some sort of a Packers jersey or shirt. Do you feel “immature” for wearing it? I sure don’t.

The author goes on to say “Here’s tip for you if you actually think that wearing your team’s jersey makes you a part of the team: It doesn’t.” Does anybody really think that wearing a jersey will help the Packers win, or do you wear it out of a sense of pride for the team you support? I’m guessing that Aaron Rodgers isn’t going to play any harder because the fan sitting in Section 119, row 55, seat 8 is wearing his jersey. That fan is wearing an Aaron Rodgers jersey because they support the team, the same way the fan was in San Francisco.

I’ve lived in the heart of Bear Country my entire life. I usually wear something Packers every day, not because I’m looking to get into a fight, but because I support my team. If some idiot Bears fans want to say some crap to me about the Packers, go ahead. I’m smart enough to just walk away. I’m not going to stop being a fan because of where I live. Would I wear Packers gear to Soldier Field? Absolutely. It’s who I am. But according to Mr. Steigerwald, I’m looking for a fight, because I haven’t grown up enough to know when to take off the jersey. Guess I need a whole new wardrobe, right?

Wrong.

This is me. If you don’t like it, too bad. I will not ever change, diminish, or alter my fandom based on my age. Actually the older I get the more green and gold I tend to wear. Just don’t let writers from the Observer Reporter.com see me-I’ll be told I’m too old for that type of a display of fandom and deserve to get my ass kicked.

Having lived here my entire life, I have a unique perspective on the Packers/Bears rivalry and like to share some of the stupidity that I witness on a fairly regular basis. Here is yesterday’s misadventure:

I was in my car, driving home from work after another fantastic day of fixing all that is wrong in the world. The street I was driving on was down to one lane, not sure of the reason why, but the radio was on, the coffee was warm, and I was managing to deal with the Chicago traffic the best way I could.

As we crept up the street, I saw in the right hand lane at the intersection the familiar sight of a bright orange IDOT truck, which had been responsible for the lane closure. It looked like they were patching pot holes, which would in turn destroy my favorite game to play in the late winter/early spring while driving of “Dodge the Ditch”. No problem, radio was still on, coffee still warm.

For those unfamiliar with IDOT workers, they usually appear in groups-two or three in total. One of the group is usually hanging back, making sure everyone else is working, or that’s what they tell me.

As I continued the procession to the intersection, one of the workers must have noticed my car, and the Packers license plate frame I have on the front plate. I am not one who tries to draw attention to myself as a Packers fan while driving. Yes, there are license plates on the front and back of my car, but that is it. I keep the car flags in the car, never putting them out unless I am in Wisconsin, or those special events, you know, like winning the Super Bowl. Days like that, I go all out. Yesterday, just a normal day.

The worker saw my car, and as I was stopped, pointed at my license plate holder, game me a thumbs down, followed by the extension of a certain finger. Hmmm…how was I to respond?

Since we were stopped, I had the opportunity to reach in the back seat, grab my Packers Super Bowl XLV car flag, and put it on display on the driver’s side window. Why give someone the finger, when I can do the same without getting my hand cold.

The look on this worker, my tax dollars hard at work giving me grief, went from all smiles to all serious. He turned around, and went (supposedly) back to work. Success was mine, yet again.

Like I said, a never ending source of material.

I have never been a fan of Cowherd’s and have frequently called him out on twitter and Cheesehead Radio for his idiotic comments. But that one, that one hurt. Packers fans only come out when they win? Really?

I could point to the long wait list for season tickets, or to the amount of jerseys sold, or to the vast number of people who visit this site and others during games to prove him wrong. But tonight on Packer Transplants we got more proof than any number could provide.

Corey’s Aunt Gert turned out to be the mystery guest and I can honestly say that I listened more intensely during her interview than any of the others also on the show tonight. Why? Because the history and familial tradition of the Packers is something that is truly special and should be cherished. I know many teams have history and family bonds, but having lived in two other NFL cities, my experience has been that Packers fans share their love and fandom in a very unique and special way. The detail and near excitement in Aunt Gert’s voice as she talked was matched equally by nearly everyone in the chat room. She sat there giving out tips for the game, recalling great moments, and I think, as listeners we all felt lucky and home, not only because here is a great fan talking but because many of us also have our own “Aunt Gert”s.

Mine was my grandmother, Wilma. How grandmother of a name is that? I moved in with her when I was 13. I was already pretty much a freak fan at that point, but with her I learned the etiquette of fandom. My grandmother watched Packers games from two spots in the house. One, a chair in the back of the living room or two, in the kitchen. When games would get tense she loved cleaning the oven. With her yellow gloves in hand she would sit there and scrub and scrub while listening to Jim and Max on the radio, the more tense a game got the more elbow grease she applied. We never listened to the tv announcers. They were rubbish. She’s the one that taught me being able to talk about football is totally different from being able to talk about it well. As she got older and games got later, I would find myself alone watching some games, and somehow I always ended up in the kitchen. That’s where you went when things got close. I was circling the table the entire last four minutes of Super Bowl 32. Funny, how years later you can still remember those things. I think the hardest thing about moderating the game day chat this season has been that I can’t get up and stand in the kitchen. Trust me, there have been times that I’ve been tempted to take the lap top in there.

In my grandmother’s basement I found what can only be described as the world’s oldest, perhaps, first, bobble head. I loved that doll. He watched every game with me. Eventually his head crumbled, he was just too old. Grandmother said she had him as long as she could remember. Before me she kept him next to four mini helmets, not the kind you get outside the grocery store, but real collectors, and a mini football. I still watch each game with the Green Bay one.

In 2004 we moved my grandmother out of her house and in doing so we found an old dresser in the basement filled with old Packers memorabilia. Game day programs, pictures, etc. I was young when my grandfather passed so I never knew what the house was like filled with people on game day, but these drawers, those things, gave me a glimpse.

We probably were an odd pair, a very petite woman in her 70s and an overly emotional teenager with pom poms and a bobble head doll, but we were watching football together.  Sure I have other memories, of childhood family parties filled with raw meat, onions and beer towers. And I have memories of being a college kid watching games at the bar. But tonight when listening to Aunt Gert talk, and after hearing Colin Cowherd’s bizarre comments, I can’t help but think of that four year stretch of my life when I was lucky enough to live and be a fan with my grandmother.

The history of this team, of being a fan is passed down through many generations. I’m thankful that Packer Transplants took the time tonight to remind us and share with us. And I really hope that someone, someday, finds a way to get Colin Cowherd off the air.

The Rev. Rank Delivers his Sermon

Fan Video #1: Straight no Chaser

When the team wins, we’re awesome! When the team loses, we suck!

When we shut the Bears out and allow only 3 points, Sanders is awesome! When we allow 51, fire his ass!

When Aaron has a great game, looking off safeties, throwing darts, running the ball at the right times, Aaron Rodgers is the second coming of Jesus Christ. When he plays like a first year starter, he’s no Brett Favre and we should have brought in a veteran QB!

This is what I have to deal with every day it seems. It’s not the fact that people look at things with such a “black or white” attitude and ignore that these things, like life, are a shade of grey. That’s not it. What annoys me is how QUICK people do it! I’ve seen people want someone fired one play, then get a contract extension the next.

Now let me make this clear, I do NOT care if your opinions differ from mine. It seems the majority DOES disagree with me, and that’s fine. But like this Green Bay Packers team, you need to keep it consistent. Don’t like McCarthy’s playcalling? Fine. Then hate it when it works too. Hate it when the toss you hated or the FB dive you dislike gets into the endzone. Try to understand not every play is going for 20 yards or getting into the endzone.

Have respect for yourself. If you boo’d McCarthy’s playcalling and the team as they exited the field down 11 during the Panthers game, that’s cool. You made a hell of a statement there as you embarrassed yourself and Lambeau Field. But that was your choice and you made it. You are an unhappy fan, but you better keep your mouth shut and your right to cheer the team disappeared and for those who cheered when the Packers came back and eventually took the lead in that game, should be ashamed of themselves. Boo them every time, because apparently that’s how you feel. Right?

Now I’m not saying you can’t change your mind, but you should be sure about it. I used to like James Jones for example. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, then he showed me he’s not that great and he lost my love. Since then he’s been on my list. Hopefully he can change my mind, but it’s going to take more than a couple TDs and a couple good games to do so. I won’t be hate\love\hate\love\hate\loving James Jones anytime soon.

Hating on the team and predicting the season’s end one week followed up by predicting playoffs is silly. I understand a lot of people wear their hearts on their sleeves and believe me, NOBODY likes to lose, but you should keep things in context. Realize a game is 60 minutes. Realize a season has 16 games. Realize it’s not black and white, and try to see the shades of grey. Understand you’re not the coach and you don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. Love them or hate them. Trust them or not. These things shouldn’t change week to week depending on the score. Let these people, from GM to backup long snapper, show you who they are, and make your judgments on them and go from there. Love them or hate them. Trust them or not.

Nobody likes a flip flopper, nobody likes “that guy.” Don’t be “that guy.” You’re better than that, you’re a Packers fan.

And yes, you ARE a Packers fan, so don’t fly off the handle if you think I’m questioning your fanhood. I’m just doing my part trying to help you look at things from a more logical perspective.

I believe this is the part where people reply to this saying I’m a blind follower or something.

GO PACKERS!