Weather Due to Warm Up for Giants-Pack…Into the Positive Single Digits
By Cecilio's Scribe on Jan 18, 2008 with Comments 0

Honestly…remind me why on Earth one would willingly live in Green Bay, Wisconsin. Here’s how we got here. I was reading an intriguing piece from the always-solid folks at Awful Announcing on how fluffy white snow on a football field seems to give fans a collective hard-on for some reason or another. Frankly, I can’t lie in that I too get a bit aroused when there’s enough of the white stuff on the field to necessitate shovels for identification of the yardlines and hashmarks. It might as well be viewers’ crack. I can’t take my eyes off it…it’s mesmerizing…even the cover of SI this week…so…beautiful…
I’d heard plenty of talk about just how cold it would be come Sunday night, but for some reason it didn’t register. Or more likely I mistakenly assumed that this was some sort of freakish abberation. But, apparently, Sunday should be the highlight of the weekend for local cheeseheads. Yes, today and tomorrow offer the joys of highs that fail to reach zero degrees. Sunday will be balmy by comparison. I’m not sure why this is striking me so profoundly today.
We tip our hats to you, Green Bay Packers faithful. And if anybody shows up on Sunday in cheese bras, they should be put in a straightjacket…for warmth and for their personal safety and that of others. Eli…uhhh…how do we say this? You might want to pack more than the gloves and that little hand warmer thing that goes around your waist. They say he doesn’t like the cold…we’re thinking arctic temperatures could be problematic.
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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.

