Since the topic of Rivalry appears to be going around some the last few days thought I’d get in my chance 
Packer poem….
T’was the night before football and all through Green Bay,
Not a person was sleeping because tomorrows the Big day.
Our brats are marinating in a tub of cold beer,
with the hopes that Rodgers will soon be here.
The kids are all tucked away in bed,…
with the dreams of Starks and the tackles he’ll shed.
The Vikings are crying with the hand they’ve been dealt,
They’re sick of seeing Rodgers with his championship belt.
On Hayward, On Raji, Clay Mathews be blitzen,
Their games are so sick you’ll need a prescription.
We’ll sit in our seats with cheese on our head,
Listening to announcers that are clearly brain dead.
We know that Aikman will talk like a goon,
but we’ll drown his voice out with shouts for John Kuuhhhnnn.
We’ll yell and We’ll scream but we’ll never fear,
A win is never far when Rodgers is near.
Now the season has started and I wish your team luck,
except for the Vikings and Bears as you both still Suck!
