All Entries Tagged With: "sunday school"
Sunday School
The world will lose a fine Packer fan on Monday. More importantly, I will lose my friend.
Let's Be Frank
What a mixed bag of reactions on the Will Blackmon article yesterday. Perhaps the statement needed to be pointed out, and perhaps it didn’t. Regardless, let’s once again clear a few things up.
I Need A Football
I need a football. I used to always own a football but it’s been at least a decade since I had one. I have so many memories associated with footballs that I could go on for weeks. But, when I walk outside on days like today it instantly takes me back to snow ball, circa-ish [...]
I Don’t Know Much: Kids
I don’t know much about parenting, but I knew a kid once. This really has nothing to do with the Packers outside of the fact that this is my Packer’s fan blog. However, it brings up an interesting point about life, priorities, and fan hood. I am fiercely loyal as a fan (did I need [...]
Have a Plan?
“It’s often been said that if you don’t know where you’re going, chances are you’re going to end up somewhere else. This can be expensive in many ways. It’s OK to suck at planning parties, or home improvement projects, or the occasional client project; suck at planning your career, however, and you will be unhappy [...]
NFL London
I say let them have a team and do it now. But only if they call themselves the “Werewolves.”
Miles to Go…
Packer Sunday will always be about friends and family connecting, conversing, and confiding during one of the most celebrated weekly events anywhere.
Too Emo Tional
Around here we call them “emo’s.” You know who I am talking about. Those guys, you know the ones that are misinformed sometime around ninth grade that the chicks are really into thin skinned dudes.
Let Vick Rot
I am sorry but prison is hardly the authority on rehabilitation. If you think the Vick got up every morning and hit “How NOT TO Kill Dogs” class between morning breakfast and afternoon chow, you need some serious psychotic medication.
A Moment on Michael
I am not blind to the other worlds that Michael Jackson lived in. He was a menace to society, he was obviously mentally unstable, and his life (and his home) was a carnival.
Hoop Dreams
On the day of America’s greatest race, I would like to take a moment to share a memory of one of its victims.

