Every time the Bears play the Packers for anything meaningful there is a yahoo who has to write about how wonderful Chicago is in comparison to Green Bay.
Some of these ‘yahoos’ are pretty fair writers too.
Mike Royko seemed to delight in aggravating the folks from the city by the bay. The Green Bay Press Gazette always would have to order extra newsprint to get out an angry extra edition in response.
Now, Richard Roeper seems to have picked up the mantel. http://www.suntimes.com/news/roeper/3355976-452/packers-green-bears-fans-bay.html
The folks to the north seem to be such easy targets for such urbane pundits.
Chicago is a city and Green Bay is a town and a pretty nice town at that.
They have pretty nice folks up there. Unless you are speeding through Racine, there doesn’t seem to be much animus directed at the folks from the flatlands.
They are the tavern state. The beer industry holds sway. You can take junior to the bar with you. If he is with his parents, it is a bonding experience and not a misdemeanor.
They have an outreach mission to Chicagoans called the Mars Cheese Castle.
The Brat Stop in Kenosha picks up the overflow and on Saturday nights they have live music. The bands play twenty-year-old music and they might have been famous in the last century. The girls still have big hair, over-bite and a high tolerance for alcohol.
If you follow 43 to Packerland, you’ll see ice fishing shacks. Global warming hasn’t totally destroyed the sport. The pickup might crack the ice, but you can walk across with ease and there is brandy and beer everywhere. Even after the bars close.
Guys still work at the paper mills and the gals still shop the malls.
They wear bubble coats and dress warm. They don’t shiver fashionably waiting for an elevated train. Their lives go from point A to point B with a stop off at Lambeau Field. They may celebrate mass at the Packer Hall of Fame, but that precious, little transgression can be forgiven. Even by a Chicagoan.
Wisconsin folks are fun. They are people that Royko would (and probably did) enjoy.
So guys, go easy on the folks from up north. Most of us have a night in our past where we vomited green and gold in some parking lot. The girl with the poofy jacket didn’t hesitate to offer up her pint so you could rinse that taste out of your mouth and get back to romancing her. Did she?
Those memories are almost as precious as a Maxwell Street Polish.
Except on game day.
So let’s go Bears. Score early and often. Get this over with. The schnapps is chilling and the cheese curds are waiting.