Superbowl XLV, here we come!

I come from a place where people proudly wear foam cheese on their heads, sometimes flipping it over to create a chip bowl complete with three cup holders for their beer cans.  This small place is the one where churches change their service times on game days.  The city where dozens of street names, hotels, and restaurants are named after the best players and coaches in our history.  A place where 112,000 people literally own stock in the football team and where an increase in sales tax paid for a new stadium.  In this stadium, thousands of people congregate wearing nothing but boxers and body paint in the dead of winter, while the remaining tens of thousands bundle up and weather the cold, wondering why they all have pneumonia the next day.

This may seem strange to some.  But to me?  It's home.

Welcome to Green Bay Packers territory.
And welcome to Superbowl XLV, baby!