I’m nervous but excited for today. The logical portion of my brain says we don’t win. But my green and gold achy-breaky heart says that we are so gonna kick their asses.

There was a bird outside on my lawn, and I shot it with a pellet gun. Fuck birds, you know what I mean? I had to got to the liquor store today to get some PBR and a cigar. I stopped for lunch and got a Philly cheese steak. After taking a bite, I reached down in my pants, pulled out some of my pubes, put they on the sandwich and took it to the counter. Nobody likes that nasty shit, you know what I mean?? Steak, bread and cheese? Disgusting. The Eagles wear a bullshit green color, and silver is terrible. Disgusting. I covered the dead bird in cheese and threw it on my neighbor’s roof. I don’t know if he likes Philly, but fuck em anyway. Brats > cheesesteaks. In Wisconsin we wear food on our heads on Sundays, not stupid birds that you can’t even eat. There is no such thing as fried eagle. It’s a dumb bird.

Let’s fucking go. Green Bay > Philadelphia 4th and 26 was a fluke. Jordan Love will win in the city of brotherly love. It’s game day and the playoffs. It snowed today. Even God loves the Packers. Green Bay by 4.

Go Pack Go