It's the mecca, titletown, the holy grail, it's the beginning of the NFL. Living in Wisconsin it is a place that you have to visit at least once even if you aren't a die hard packer fan that walks around shirtless in January.
In 1996 I was a senior in high school. At Westby we had some great teachers and it wasn't just about teaching us about what you can learn in a book. The man that ran the computer lab Robert Kerska every year took students to Lambeau Field to take in a packer game, he had 4 seats he usually took another teacher and 2 students along.
I remember him asking me questions about Lambeau Field weeks in advance, I had seen the pictures of my other classmates there watching Barry Sanders and taking on teams like the bears. I never thought much of it, not even in the back of my head did I ever have even a thought that I would maybe be selected to go to that packer viking game. It was usually a reward for the students that were hard workers and got good grades the good kids that were the leaders of the class. I didn't remember him taking any jokester class clowns along before. The week before the game he gave me an envelope and I felt like the kid in the movie A Christmas Story when he got his orphan annie decoder ring. I didn't think it was possible, but I had the envelope, so it had to be.
I remember it like it was yesterday, some things you just don't ever forget. Robert Kerska being a die hard packer fan took along fellow teacher Dennis Smalley, he is a die hard viking fan, he also took Mike Brudos (some of you may remember him from his basketball career at Viterbo) who was a die hard packer fan, and of course me. About a half an hour from the stadium I decided to put on my viking horns in the car, I realized REAL fast that there was not a ton of viking fans that were driving along side of us. We got to Lambeau Field it was the middle of December and for some reason it was cold but warm (not shirtless warm though.....THAT is crazy) the vikings got out to an early lead with a deep pass to Cris Carter for a touchdown, after that the packers scored early and often hammering the vikings 38-10. After the game the whole crowd still stood there after the players had already shook hands, and I was thinking my gosh enough already you drilled us lets go home. Couldn't leave until Reggie was done with the post-game prayer though, heck even wearing my viking horns that day I could respect that.
17 years down the road and it is time to make the trip again, this time will be different I will be on a bus this time, and we will be tailgating before the game. I can barely remember what the stadium looked like either inside or out, but I do remember the laughs and good times. I think maybe like the game itself, going to the game isn't so much the actual game, but those who are with you when you are at the game. I am sure this time will not be like that last, but isn't making new memories what life is all about anyways?