I am in a relationship with the Green Bay Packers.
- I love them unconditionally, and would never turn my back on them if they needed me.
- We have our fights like any other couple. I curse, I throw shit. It gets a little heated.
- When they piss me off, I talk shit and complain about them to my closest guy friends.
- But when someone else talks shit, I get defensive like a battered woman. "You don't know them like I know them"
- I have pictures of them all over my apartment and bedroom.
- They make me so nervous that I can't really eat around them. I get super gassy during games, but I would never shit in front of them.
- They can bring me to tears and completely ruin my whole week.
- After a playoff loss (a breakup of sorts) you can find me eating ice cream on my couch and weeping.
- Our relationship has yet to get physical, but let's face it, Jordy Nelson could get it.
- I support them by wearing their gear everywhere to let people know they're my team, much like a wearing your boyfriend's letter jacket.
- I sleep in a Packer blanket, so it's kinda like we are snuggling every night, only they never complain about my snoring.
- Sometimes I think about other teams, but it doesn't mean anything to me.
- I don't want to sound possessive, but I do technically own them.
What's that? I love them and they don't love me in return? 6 straight trips to the playoffs, 4 consecutive NFC North Championships, and 1 Super Bowl say differently.
So there you have it, I am super gay. Gay as they come. I absolutely love this team, and I am going to be absolutely crushed when we inevitably lose in Seattle next week. But this win, controversial catch reversal or not, was sweet. I laughed, I cried, I loved. Go Pack Go!
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