Community Corner
Ain't Too Proud to Beg: Please Invite Me to Your Bears-Packers Party
We want to experience this game of all games (short of a Bears Super Bowl, naturally) with folks who know how to party like it's 1985.
I like to get out and rub shoulders with other fans when the Chicago Bears take the field. And if ever there was a game to do so, this Sunday’s NFC play-off showdown against the Green Bay Packers promises the be one of the biggest ever.
There's just something about experiencing such things in a group setting. I was at a house party full of fans when the Iowa Hawkeyes (my alma mater) went to the Rose Bowl. I hosted a party for the '85 Bears Super Bowl win.
When I lived in Eau Claire, Wis., I remember my neighbor Mary painting “Go Packers” right across her dining room wall paper (she planned on stripping it anyway) for her party when the Pack won the Super Bowl in 1997.
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It’s true. I was not only once a Cheese Head but -- horrors! -- a Green Bay fan. My daughter, now 21, looked so adorable in that little green-and-yellow cheerleading suit we bought at Farm & Fleet. I still have a Packers sweatshirt that I wear inside-out when I walk my dogs.
But I’m a Bears convert. You do. You want to fit in. No matter how fervent a fan of one football team, I have found, you can learn to love again.
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Which brings me to my point. Usually I go to a pub to bring readers a bar-side report on the fans and their less-than-sober capers, scribbling quotes of their cheers and jeers on the big plays of the game. It’s a tough job, as they say. Even so, I step up to the bar stool.
But this time, I thought it might be a nice change of pace to bring you on-the-spot reporting from a house party since this game is so very high-stakes.
My editor thought it a fine idea, too. We figure there are going to be some doozies. Only one problem. We don’t know of any.
I trust that none of you will leap to any unkind assumptions about the social life of someone who uses a newspaper column to fish for a party invitation.
But if any of you would like put your party on the 50-yard line of Patch News Central for Sunday’s big game, we are in the market for a ticket.
Won't you please invite me?
