Lambeau Field is 184 LONG MILES from Chicago on the way home after yet another embarrassing loss to the Packers. On the way to Lambeau, it’s a “quick trip from Chicago, you’ll have a couple2-tree braaats and have some beeeers dontcha-know.”

I’ve gotta say, being a Bears fan since birth, I’ve always hated the idea of heading up to Green Bay to see a Bears and Packers game. (Mostly because of the looming through of doom of walking through the crowd at Lambeau just after a Bears loss.)

My hatred turned to envy once I parked my car in the makeshift front lawn parking lot. Besides it being the home of the Packers and all the hideous Green and Gold (Let’s face it, it’s flipping yellow) it’s a truly magical place.

Yes, I said it…

I walked around Title Town, the beer halls, the front yard (and backyard) in the parking lot and took in everything that is right with football. With a chill of autumn in the air, Green Bay and specifically Lambeau Field provides the perfect backdrop to football. Football the way it was meant to be, outside, in a town for the people of the town.

I’m a Bears fan and I loved it. I walked the grounds with envy and hope. Hope that the Bears get the new stadium right, remember their Midwestern roots and build a place that Papa Bear would be proud of. Please, for the love of God don’t sell your souls and build something like what is in Vegas.

Was I razzed a bit for my orange and blue? Yes…Hell Yes I was. Somehow it still came off as polite. (It’s much worse than what Sox fans to do Cubs fans on the South Side)

Forget it’s the home of the Packers for one second. If you want to see football at it’s absolute best, in the setting, it was meant for, make the trip North to Green Bay, have a braaat and beer and soak in America’s game, born from the Midwest.

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