Just came in from the bitter cold in Cowtown this morning, and after only five minutes of walking around I'm wondering how in the name of Jack Frost football fans in Green Bay (and New England) are going to survive four hours outside in temperatures 30 degrees colder than here. It's a brisk 11-below in GB right now.
Maybe that cheesehead foam has some magical total-body warming device.
And you just know there will be some hairy beer-gut guys at Lambeau with no shirts on. It's tradition. It's also lunacy.
Maybe life in Loserville isn't so bad afterall.