Nice position breakdown, Tophat.
Thanks. Now, a few words about the Frozen Tundra & Glory Days..
http://www.bratsandbeer.com/posts/2007/12/634
The Autumn Wind Meets Frozen Tundra....
Alright, the maybe the Oakland Raiders today aren’t quite the Silver & Black wrecking crew that terrorized the league in the 1970s. They’ve been in rebuilding mode ever since Gruden’s Bucs beat them in the Super Bowl; the team is on its third different head coach in the past four years. The Raiders are, however, the next team on the schedule and present a different kind of challenge for the Packers. Oakland might be a team in disarray, but they have shown some life by winning their last couple games, and what could be a bigger feather in their cap than knocking off the #2 team in the NFC?
Ultimately, though, the game this week is all about the Packers and how they respond coming off the loss to Dallas. Just like last Thursday’s game was a huge test in terms of matching up with one of the best teams in the league, Sunday will test Green Bay’s ability to regroup and refocus for the tough games ahead. The final run to the playoffs begins this week and how Green Bay executes against Oakland will say a lot about their state of mind heading into the final month of regular season football. One would like to see a dominant performance — especially on defense — in a game that could clinch the NFC North division and put the Packers one step closer to a first round bye.
To borrow again from the immortal John Facenda, we’ve survived the chill of November, now is the time for glory.
http://www.contracostatimes.com/raiders/ci_7676619?nclick_check=1
Thanks to Pack, glory days back
Tragic news for the semi-occasional visitor to Green Bay: The Glory Years is gone. You read that right. The delightfully casual, raucous downtown sports bar, which occupied the one-time location of the Green Bay Packers corporate headquarters, has been reincarnated as an Italian restaurant. That may be a culinary upgrade, but it is a huge cultural loss. How can you beat the Packers memorabilia, the walls reeking of history, the opportunity to enjoy a burger and a beer in what used to be Vince Lombardi's office? We'll save you the trouble: You can't. On the bright side, the Glory Days rave on.
The Packers are 10-2 heading into today's game against the Raiders, guaranteed their first winning record in three seasons. Brett Favre, seemingly destined for a maudlin, embarrassing endgame to his brilliant career, has risen from the ashes.
Every glory day this snowy hamlet of 100,000 enjoys is one more than conventional wisdom would have bestowed upon it in the first place. For decades the Packers have been the only NFL team to exist in a small town instead of a big city. This incongruous arrangement is an offspring of the embryonic NFL of the 1920s, which featured teams sprinkled in rural outposts throughout the upper Midwest, and an almost accidental byproduct of the league's Socialist practice of sharing profits among member franchises. The Duluth Kelleys, Canton Bulldogs and Dayton Triangles are long gone, but the Green Bay Packers endure. The only publicly owned team in the NFL, the Packers gain distinction from their small-town hometown. They return it tenfold when they distinguish themselves from the NFL rank and file. High tide in this reciprocal arrangement came, of course, during Lombardi's reign. He came to town, packing an iron fist in each hand, and turned a sad sack outfit into the class of the league. From 1959-67, the Packers went 98-30-4.
They lost their first playoff game under Lombardi -- fullback Jim Taylor was tackled 8 yards short of the winning touchdown as time ran out -- then won their final nine. They won five NFL titles, and the first two Super Bowls. If you're of a certain age, you remember it well, which is why football memories have been Green Bay's biggest export in the nearly 40 years since Lombardi stepped down as head coach. To this day there are more than a dozen local businesses with Titletown in their name, and nearly as many playing off the name of the team. It was an unparalleled time. But not unrivaled.
Favre has won just one Super Bowl in Green Bay, but he has participated in 71 more victories than did Lombardi. If he plays next season -- what, you think he'll quit now? -- he'll have been with the team twice as long as Lombardi was.
This season he has become the all-time NFL leader in touchdown passes and victories by a quarterback. He needs 450 yards to eclipse the record for career passing yardage.
If Lombardi was God-like to the folks in Green Bay, Favre has become the epitome of the common man. His passion for the game and impulsively risky gambits endeared him to Packers fans. His mortal afflictions created an empathetic connection -- from his dependency on pain-killers, to his father's death just before a Monday night game in Oakland, to his wife's breast cancer, to his ritual soul-searching over whether to retire or come back for another season.
It is safe to say no one expected what has happened this season. These are bonus days of surplus glory. Once again the Pack is distinguishing itself, and Green Bay is everything visitors and residents alike want it to be: It's snow on the ground, with more on the way. It's a big game at Lambeau Field today, with a chance to clinch a division title. It's the sign outside the Bay Family Restaurant reading, "Let's Raid the Raiders." It's the oldies radio station bringing you the forecast with the sing-songy intro, "Packers weather!" It's Coaches Corner, the next best thing to The Glory Years, where the waitresses wear black-and-white striped referee jerseys and ask you questions that end in, "at all?" As in: "You want cheese on that at all?" It's where you ask for a slice of Swiss and get two slices of American. It's where you can find an array of NFL helmets above the bar, a mural of Wrigley Field taking up two full walls, and, almost obscured by bric-a-brac, a photo of Lombardi, with the great man holding his hand out in front of him as if he's about to cross himself or drive home a point.
The Glory Days may be gone, but the memory-making continues. It's what they do here. It's who they are.
POSTSCRIPT: "...Brett Favre will be throwing, in a way, for us all. Throwing hope forward, in a single clean step or with a motion as rushed and awkward as man falling out of the tub, as hurried and off-balance as the rest of us. Banking on the past while trying to read a second or two into his future, drilling clean arcs on our behalf into the weakening light and the rising odds, every stand he makes in the pocket another little long shot fired against the infinite and inevitable. Every throw a moment for hope, a defiant line, bright in the air, against chaos and diminishment and the final goodbye."
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/pr...%2F11%2F28%2Fnfl.brett.favre1204%2Findex.html
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