Dispatches: Stensation at Lambeau
Posted on January 14th, 2008 – 11:05 AMBy Michael Rand

This is going to test your Monday morning gag reflex unless you have sold your soul to Old Scratch himself. That said, Stensation has done a nice job capturing the horror magic of Lambeau Field on Saturday, where he celebrated his 27th birthday in style (and by that we mean he might not have even had to urinate in a bathroom sink). He also snapped those pictures you see, which we will caption, “White Cheddar,” and “Wisconsin’s tribute to skinny Elvis.” The floor is his:
By the time the trillions of silver dollar-sized flakes really started coming down Saturday at Lambeau Field, six minutes remained in the third quarter. Green Bay was up 35-17 and had out-gained the Seahawks 295-153, 125-11 on the ground. By this point, prophecies had been declared by both teams’ fans as well.
Seattle fan (to anyone around him who would listen): Win, and I’m celebrating at a bar. Lose, I’m drinking at a bar anyway! I love this town!
Green Bay fan (in the restroom): Big [redacted] to the left, little [redacted] to the right.
Ah, playoff football. Even without the flakes falling down heavily at about a half-mile an hour (truly making it seem like we were in some sort of snow globe), this was quite the experience. Sober, hammered or in between, you’re among friends at Lambeau. And let’s face it, it’s not hard to make friends when your team is playing this well. I give the Seahawks fans credit, too. They came out in force happily snapping photos with the giant statues of Curly Lambeau and Vince Lombardi. (Extra props to the father of rookie Will Herring, videotaping his son’s every move during warm-ups on the hallowed ground). Those dressed in blue, green and white were pretty loud the first five minutes of the game. Then it was back to reality. From the fourth row of the corner of the north end zone (to the left for those of you watching on TV), it was hard to make out most of the plays on the other end of the field during the game. But I knew this much: It was playoff football. At Lambeau. In the snow. It doesn’t get much better than that.


