Comments on: Win A Set Of Vince Lombardi Books From McGraw-Hill

By: BEN BROWN

BEN BROWN — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 17:46:01 +0000

The one i remeber the most is when they were playing the vikings and farve threw the ball to freeman, and he fell on his face. The ball came down and hit him in the shoulder, her turnd around and cought the ball and ran in the the touchdown and the win!!!!!!!

By: tequia

tequia — Tue, 08 Feb 2011 19:56:44 +0000

Wait a second, I think that caddy was me…

By: carol krajewski

carol krajewski — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 07:01:33 +0000

Watching Favre lead the Packers over the Raiders the day after his father died.

By: K. Aguilar

K. Aguilar — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 06:20:48 +0000

I never had the privilege of going to a game at Lambeau prior to my joining the military at 17. However, when I retired after serving 20 years, it was on my bucket list. The best I could do was the 2005 preseason game vs. NE. Of course, being the 3rd preseason game, the starters played about 2 series. Then the skies opened sometime during the 2nd quarter, and it rained for the rest of the game. We also lost 27-3. By the beginning of the 4th, most fans had left, but not me. While I would’ve loved to attend a regular-season game, and witness a win by our starters, the fact that I was in Lambeau, watching MY team, was absolutely priceless, despite the weather, roster, or the score. I think we were the last ones chased out by security that night!

By: Shad & Kevan Brand

Shad & Kevan Brand — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 03:49:20 +0000

In 2008 my mother Evy Brand, Marcell MN was nominated to be Packer Fan of the year. She was 89 years old. She has a tile at Lambeau. She raised 4 sons, 3 are still life long Packer fans. 1 son went to the dark side and is a Vikings fan. Many grandchildren are avid Packer fans. She loved the Packers. She didn’t win fan of the year, but her memories from that were precious to her. Sadly, she passed away last year. How proud and excited she would be to see the Packers in the Super Bowl!!! They’re gonna win it for Evy!!!!

By: mike

mike — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 02:49:21 +0000

When my family was on vacation when I was just a kid, we stopped in Green Bay to see the Packers practice during the preseason. We were early and walked around Lambeau. Us kids were looking through the gate to see inside, when this big guy walked up and started to talk to us. He asked us if we wanted to go in and see the field. It was like “Wow, are you kidding.” I had never got to see a game in Lambeau before. We got to go in down by the field for a few minutes. I didn’t realize it at the moment, but that big guy was Mike McCoy. I became a fan forever of #76.

After many years of not missing the games on TV, I finally saw my first game in Lambeau this year. My wife and I took my daughter and her husband to a game, along with my future grandson. The greatest thing is we may have attended our first game the year they win the Super Bowl. We all will be watching Sunday, including the “Little Cheesehead”.

By: Cody

Cody — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 00:19:58 +0000

In September 2007, a friend and I drove 6 hours to Minneapolis to see our first Packers game live and in person. After literally a lifetime of anticipation, this was the moment we had been waiting for: to see Favre and the Packers dominate the Vikings.
Not only were we treated to exactly what we had hoped for, but we were also lucky enough to be in attendance when Favre threw his record breaking 421st TD pass. We were ecstatic. The energy we felt in that building as Jennings strolled into the endzone, albeit an away game, was breathtaking. Our childhood hero cemented into the record books right before our eyes.

Remember when cheering for #4 wasn’t considered an act of treason?

And that is my #1 most memorable moment as a Green Bay Packers fan …

Although I have a feeling this Sunday might top that.

By: GER

GER — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 16:01:14 +0000

No matter what memory I pick I’ll change my mind later, but as of right now I’d have to say it was watching the pick vs Atlanta right before half time in the playoffs this year. I have a very long records of watching the packers lose in person and that was the second game I’ve ever seen them win. After traveling to ATL to see them lose in the regular season knowing we where spanking such a good team by halftime was the best feeling ever.

By: DevilDon

DevilDon — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 05:01:28 +0000

I was typesetting a “red herring” offer for a real estate prospective and Bob Long and Bart Starr walked in at 10:00 p.m. to see how production was going. I had to have it set for the camera department to make plates and it took 48 hours of continual work to have it ready by their due time for release.
It seems these things are time sensitive.
As they walked into the prepress department I was on the phone, I was winning tickets to a Jackson Browne concert on the radio. It was one of those 3rd or 100th callers and I took a break to do something for me. I was so blindsided I never asked for autographs, I’ll tell you this, I recognized Bart immediately because I knew who the job was for, but was so surprised that I was winning Browne tickets I didn’t ever ask for an autograph.
It was a confusing moment for me, even though I’m not much of a Jackson Browne fan. I was just real surprised to see Bart Starr in our prepress department. But I did shake their hands and I got the job done in time. I think it was for a pizza joint but time confuses memory.

By: DevilDon

DevilDon — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 04:49:23 +0000

I once rang the doorbell of Ray Nitschke to sell him some door to door steaks. He lived on the Oneida res and I had no idea it was his place. He had a huge ashtray shaped like an upside down artillery shell and a “No smoking” sign by the door into the house from the garage.
It seems Ray and his buddies were relegated to the garage to smoke cigars.
I was asking all the regular questions, you know: “You like steaks”? and he was staring me down and answering just “no” to every question.
Later I told a neighbor “he sure looked like Ray Nitschke” and they said “that is Ray”.
The point was, Ray was such an intimidating and legendary man on the field, but at home, he was just another guy who loved his wife enough to make his buddies smoke in the garage.
It’s just only in Green Bay do you run into legends of the game and they are just like us.
He was direct but not rude, not something you’d ever expect with an unannounced house call of a hall of fame player. Under the circumstances he was nicer than 50 percent of doors.