Green Bay Packers, Superbowl Champions

February 6, 2011, 22:10 EST – @maitri: “We won the Superbowl, Packer nation! The Lombardi trophy goes home! Titletown! Aaaaahhhhahahahaha! LOVE LOVE LOVE!”

Packers quarterback & Superbowl MVP Aaron Rodgers with the Lombardi Trophy (thanks for the picture, Blair!)

That is all. I am going to be in bed for the rest of the week watching the highlights reel over and over again.

GO PACK GO

Light posting ahead. A small battalion of the Packer Nation is upon us tomorrow for this weekend’s great, green and gold cheesapalooza ahead of the Superbowl. For the record, my house is going to sound like this for the next few days, ya hey dere. I love my people!

Except that no self-respecting cheesehead drinks Budweiser.

As is customary prior to a Big Game, fans exchange paeans, love songs and war chants penned and/or updated especially for the occasion. And now we have the internet to help hasten this pre-game soundtrack. Here’s a selection of what’s making the rounds on the cheesetube.

This ain’t a diss comment, Lil Wayne, but it’s green and GOLD. I know, I know, it’s a freestyle over Wiz Khalifa’s “Black and Yellow.” And you worked a nice, little, um, scatological Najeh Davenport reference in there. It’s all good. What matters is you’re a Packer fan and you’re from NEW ORLEANS. Peace.

Butch Vig and Duke Erikson of Madison band Garbage have updated Go Pack Go! I LOVE the new video. Remember, kids, Jesus drinks Old Style!

Oh, gosh darn it, don’tcha know, I’m a cheesehead, baby, the pride of Wisconsin! Somebody pass the cheese curds.

And, just in case we forgot:

GO PACK GO! Wooooohooooo! See you on Tuesday!

Of Interest On January 31st, 2011

… worrying about whether I’m gonna die from an eruption at Yellowstone is so far down my list of concerns that I am more worried about being gnawed to death by a pack of angry prairie dogs. It could happen, but it is highly unlikely … for the record, “supervolcano” isn’t a geological term.

  • Life | In Praise of Ham the Astrochimp. Fifty years of Hammy! I love these pictures of the first primate in space. What a cutie! Wish they didn’t have to restrain him by the neck during training, though.
  • Hunt Oil loves the Packers! This was the view last night from a balcony in downtown Dallas. (Thanks, Julie!)

How ‘Bout Dem Packers?

The oldest American football rivalry is set to meet again this Sunday for the NFC championship. This is only the second time these two teams have met in the playoffs since seven days after the bombing of Pearl Harbor.

D is excited. He wanted us to play the Bears and he got his wish. I simply wonder whether we want to play the Bears or a team that beat the Saints and the Bears (which Seattle didn’t, of course). It doesn’t matter. Sunday approaches. Who wants it more? Also, who do the refs want more?

You who know me well and visit here often know of my immense love for the Green Bay Packers franchise and why. It’s just that. Love. The love that envelops this team and its fans – people who own the team – and shoots from Lambeau Field to the most impossible corners of the earth. We are proud Cheeseheads of the Packer Nation, we wear, eat, drink and share goofy crap and don’t care who thinks what of it and the Bears still suck. Whatever happens, two things: 1) Whether our team is stinking it up with a 0-16 record five years in a row or in the playoffs, we never, ever leave a game early. Hell, with more than 80,000 names on the season tickets waiting list (that’s approximately a 60-year wait and I’m being generous), we demand and stick around for a fifth quarter. 2) The only beer bottle we’ll throw at you is one you have to catch and drink from.

It’s real, old love, baby.

Despite my love for football and the Packers, I don’t post much about them here given that I’m not into post-mortem analyses, prognostication and pools when it comes to sports. For me, it’s completely the athleticism and strategy of the moment. They play, score, win or lose, next game.

Another reason I don’t blog a lot about the Packers is you don’t want to know what’s in my head when it comes to this team. Imagine something louder than a Mardi Gras parade, all covered in green and gold and old-fashioneds and pasties and snowboots and antlers, that barrels down the field and plows into the stands for a Lambeau Leap. While Clay Matthews does this.

And you’re not even close. Everybody sing!

The Science Of Football

Tomorrow is the final day of the Science Bloggers for Students fundraising challenge at Donors Choose. Thank you, guys, for helping me raise $461 which will hopefully be doubled by HP some time this week! One of the projects, Rockin Earth, has only $176 left to go! Please, VatulBlog readers, let’s be responsible for the kids of Jacksonville, North Carolina acquiring a decent mineral testing kit. Just one more day and a beleaguered teacher will thank you from the bottom of her heart.

Why should you help kids learn science? So that they appreciate football, of course! Scientific American reports:

In partnership with the National Science Foundation and the National Football League, NBC Learn has created 10 videos that explore several concepts:

* Newton’s three laws of motion
* The Pythagorean theorem
* Projectile motion
* Vectors
* Geometric shapes
* Kinematics
*  Torque
*  Hydration and nutrition

All this week, we’ll be providing additional stories that take the concepts explored in the video further.

Remember those awful word problems in which a dude has to swim across a river flowing at a certain velocity, so how far upstream does said dude have to start, given his own speed, in order to reach a specific point on the opposite bank? In What Are Vectors, and How Are They Used? “you see that quarterbacks must account for their own motion when throwing a pass.” Explains Jay Cutler. Sorry, was that out loud?

And yet, I don’t think angular momentum and torque can explain the big blond FABUlousness that is my very own defensive linebacker, Clay Matthews. Especially against the Cowboys.

The Sack Of John Kitna (Credit: Tom Lynn)

Hey, any excuse to talk Packer football raise money for science.

Apres Arizona, Avant New Orleans

Yes, the Packers loss to the Cardinals yesterday sucked and I haven’t really slept or eaten since. I am sorely disappointed in the so-called #1 Rush Defense in the NFL who missed the fraking plane to Arizona and Dom Capers who was evidently off holding up a bar somewhere. But, I forgive Nick Barnett because he is a mensch (yeah, his team and he are paid millions of dollars to deliver at crunch time, but humility and a promise to work harder work wonders with the Packer Nation).  A shout-out to Ted Thompson for sticking to his guns, saying No Thanks to Brett Favre and going with Aaron Rodgers, and for signing Charles Woodson, but not so much for replacing Ryan Longwell with Mason Crosby.  I am proud of young Rodgers for bringing us this far in two years, especially given our Swiss cheese offense earlier this season, psycho(tic) defense and staggering penalty count.  Don’t be fickle, some of you, and remember that Favre would have thrown six interceptions in that one game.

Ultimately, whatever team won yesterday was destined to get spanked in New Orleans next week, so now I can root for the Saints without reservation. Before I allow the second line, replete with king cake, sazeracs and brass bands, to start at VatulNet World HQ, however, some things need to go on the record.

1. Saints, buy yourself a couple of referees this week.

2. No, really, the cheaters will hit your helmet and grab your facemask.

3. Need I say more?

4. What do you think my answer was?

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the sound you’ve all been waiting for: GEAUX SAINTS!!!