Everybody has their own story on how or why they became a Green Bay Packers fan.
Whether it’s because you’re from Wisconsin, or maybe your parents or crazy uncle loved the Green and Gold.
For me, growing up in northeast Arkansas, it was kind of by chance that I went with the “G” on the side of the helmet instead of the star on the side from Dallas like all my friends and most people I knew.
When I was around nine or 10 years old, I wasn’t really much of a football fan at all, I was going through my WWF wrestling phase. My brother and I even fought (I believe I was the 80-time world champion) for a little wrestling belt that my dad bought.
My dad was the football fan in the family but he worked nights in a factory so he didn’t get to watch many Monday Night Football games, so he put me in charge of recording the games on our now ancient VCR.
The problem was that recording Monday Night Football was really hindering my ability to talk about what happened on Monday Night Raw with my friends the next day at school, so every time there was a commercial on the game I would pause the VCR and turn over to wrestling. Well, my timing wasn’t great and I would get lost in the action so my dad would miss a lot of the game because that pause might miss half a quarter of football.
One Monday morning, while wanting to make me focus on the football game, my dad told me that I should really watch the game this time because there was this team that had a quarterback who was kind of wild but really fun to watch.
His name was Brett Favre.
I decided to try my best to watch and fight the urge to change the channel, and boy am I glad I did. I watched the whole game and my dad was right, this Brett Favre fella was fun to watch.
Running around like he was playing in a back yard, throwing missiles, celebrating with teammates and tackling them harder than the opposing team. He talked smack back and forth to other players much bigger than him (kind of reminded my of wrestling at the time, I guess).
From that point on, I was hooked. First it was Brett Favre, then it became the whole organization, the fan base and the tradition. While my friends at school rooted for the Cowboys, the players on my team would score a touchdown then jump in the stands and celebrate with their fans.
It was different and it made me feel special that I wasn’t just following the norm and I loved it. Now today, like most anybody that may read this, I believe I am the biggest Green Bay Packers fan that walks the earth and that’s what makes the Packers fan base the absolute, without a doubt best in the world.
I would love to hear everyone’s story, why and how in the comments section. Go Pack Go!