Thursday Nite at Lambeau Field
Author: Bobby Valentine | Filed under: Bobby's World, Football, MilwaukeeThursday Night at Lambeau Field
It was cold. It was raining. It was Thursday rather than Sunday. The tickets were on the visitors side but they were row 7 on the 45 yard line … and it was Lambeau Field Baby!
Jim Nichols, his two sons (Adam and Aaron) and myself headed north to watch the Green Bay Packers take on the Vikings. We got there and tried to grill some brats on a less than sizzling grill (cold and rain make heat hard to come by). We eventually got one … but it was Lambeau Field.
The Vikings were not exactly like the vaunted Purple People Eaters of days gone by. The Packers dominated the game in every area (t.o.p., offense, defense) but they could not finish the job of putting the ball in the end zone. The final was 9 to 7 … Green Bay. No thanks to Bubba.
But it was Lambeau.
We ran over a bolt in the rear driver’s side tire. Little jack. Little tire. Means the little old lady passed us on the way back to Milwaukee.
Got home about 2:15ish am. Had a great time … it was Lambeau and Favre.
Shalom,
Bobby Valentine
December 24th, 2006 at 12:27 am
I’m not much of a football fan. But I’d love to go to an NFL game sometime, and that one sounds way cool (in the good way, I mean).
December 24th, 2006 at 10:51 pm
I thought the Vikings were the Purple People Eaters.
Still, I bet you had a good time. Congrats!
Grace and peace,
Tim
December 25th, 2006 at 6:07 am
Tim … the Viks are the Purple People Eaters. They just did not look like those vaunted ones of days gone by.
We DID have a great time.
Shalom,
Bobby Valetnine
December 26th, 2006 at 11:41 pm
I’m glad you had a good time at Lambeau field, Bobby, but I think an indoor game watching the Saints (or especially “the boys” – the Cowboys) is supremely better. Not quite the same as a real game though and Brett’s last game. I was at USM when he was and got to watch him play college ball (although I was an older, “non-traditional” student).
And a good time was had by all . . .