As a Green Bay Packer fan, I look forward to seeing how the team goes into the season as the defending Super Bowl Champions. It just so happened that last year the Super Bowl fell on my birthday. Ulcer and anxiety aside, it was by far one of the best birthday presents I received — to see the team I grew up watching (my mom has passed her Bart Starr gene down to me) raise the Lombardi Trophy into the air, confetti streaming from the rafters, brought a tear to my eye. Or, maybe it was the one too many glasses of wine I had to calm my nerves, who knows.
All I know is that the smell of pigskin in the air.