Now I fully realize such a bold statement will next to meaningless for the unfortunate non-believing masses out there. Others will mistakenly assume a wayward moder-tator has finally slipped over AUP edge. Others still will assume this poor soul finally found the path to rightousness leading to the Wailing Wall, Vatican or even 42nd street in New York.
No this traveller found himself among 70,000 other Green & Gold clad true believers in the Promised Land, otherwise known to the outside world as Lambeau Field. It's an annual Pilgrimmage I have made many times since about 1995. A particularly moving experience as the ghosts of Ray Nitchke and Henry Jordan and dozens of others walk the field of dreams. On some journeys I am not embarrassed to admit being brought to the verge of tears. On some occassions, St. Vince himself can be seen cueing up through the turnstiles.
Oh, the boys came through to the tune of 45-17 over some team from Gotham
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