A Song of Ice and Ire: Watching the Packers (Barely, Controversially) Beat the Cowboys at LambeauAl Bello/Getty Images
“It’s not a Snuggie,” longtime Green Bay Packers fan Zach Munger corrected me when I approached him on Sunday morning in a parking lot to tell him I admired his fleecy outfit. “It’s a custom onesie.” Everywhere around us, smoke and steam rose: from tiny portable grills, from truck exhaust pipes, from the paper mills and factories in the middle distance. Between all the big, burly bodies idling around and the Packers’ color scheme, the tailgates outside Lambeau Field had the look of a John Deere dealership.
As we discussed the finer points of Munger’s green-and-gold garment, we were interrupted by his godfather. He proudly thrust a Tupperware full of marinating kebabs at us.
“Look, it’s cow on a stick!” the man said. “Because we’re gonna stick it to the Cowboys!”
A few hours later, that prediction wasn’t looking so good. But then again, much of the buildup leading into Sunday’s matchup had been a little bit off.
Billed as an Ice Bowl II — a reference to the last time the Cowboys played a postseason game in Green Bay, a 1967 contest so cold that it froze Dan Reeves’s blood — the game was never all that frigid.1 And even if it had been, the idea that the Packers would have a major up-north advantage didn’t quite get it right: “Tony Romo’s from Wisconsin,” Green Bay’s A.J. Hawk pointed out on Friday. “It’s not like he’s coming from the Bahamas.”
By the beginning of the second half, when Romo handed off the ball to star running back DeMarco Murray, Green Bay looked more like the team getting stuck. Murray noticed a gaping hole in the coverage and sprinted toward it. There seemed little doubt he’d break 59 yards down the field for a touchdown to give Dallas a 21-10 lead. (Not an insurmountable deficit, but an injured Aaron Rodgers had been visibly laboring all game, wincing and sailing throws and at one point having to skip rather than walk.) But Packers defensive end Julius Peppers dove at Murray, dislodging the ball from his grip, and Green Bay recovered. A subsequent field goal made the score 14-13 instead. We had ourselves a game.
It took three days for Tom Benning, alias Fan Man, and his buddy Chuck Miesfeld to drive from Green Bay to Dallas to watch the Packers play in Super Bowl XLV. A snowstorm dumped 20 inches across Oklahoma, and “GB Brat,” as the men’s big gold-and-green party RV is called, wasn’t exactly optimized to handle the conditions. Still, they made it in time to see the Packers beat the Steelers 31-25.
On Sunday, the enormous vehicle seemed much more at home parked outside the arena beside two other fan vans, one a big yellow school bus called “Das Büs” and another a retro 1966 Dodge Camper, “Big G,” that Benning cited as his inspiration.
“We’ve been at every home game for 22 years,” said Stephen Gay, Big G’s owner, as his 14-year-old golden retriever Blayde snoozed nearby. (Gay noted that he was able to make that drive to Dallas in 20 straight hours, but that “chunks of my tire broke apart” in the conditions.) Gay, who watches all Packers games from inside his camper, paused to chat with a man who had poked his head into the bus.
“That gentleman comes by every game and offers me club seats every game,” he said when he left. “And I turn him down every time.”
A few hundred feet away, a big crowd was gathered inside and out at Kroll’s, one of those places where everyone tells you to go when they find out you’re heading to Green Bay. (“Get the butter burger and cheese curds!” has to be the most Wisconsin sentence imaginable, and it’s also great advice.) On Friday, I had stopped in for lunch after a press conference at Lambeau and within about 10 minutes was trying on two Green Bay Super Bowl rings. The gregarious owner, Mike Weir, who, besides running the restaurant also sits on the Packers’ 45-person board of directors, likes to come hang with his patrons and show off his goods.
The Packers’ unique ownership structure is the stuff of legend, and for good reason. On one side of the matchup Sunday you had Jerry Jones, the very Monty Burnsian archetype of the über-owner, and on the other you had 360,000 Packers shareholders, a good many of them raving, loving, lunatic fans. There’s no other team like it, because now there can’t be: NFL rules now mandate that teams may have no more than 32 owners, at least one of whom must hold at least 30 percent. Green Bay’s situation was grandfathered in.
Owning a share of the Packers gets you into an annual meeting and a few other perks, but it doesn’t promise any access to the most sacred of Packers swag: the season ticket.
Season tickets have been sold out since 1960. Lambeau Field can hold more than 80,000 people — the entire population of Green Bay is only about 105,000 — and you could fill the stadium with folks on the epic waiting list. I took a Lambeau tour, and our guide said that he’s been signed up for 26 years, and only recently cracked 13,000th. One year, it was rumored that only six tickets turned over; another year, it was eight. (This is because you can bequeath your tickets in your will — as well as your spot in line. My tour guide plans to will his position to his granddaughter.)
“I married two tickets to each game and got a wife in the deal also,” one Packers fan told me. Just about everyone in town knows of someone who has fought over season tickets in a divorce; the smart ones know to sign a prenup.
On my way into the stadium, I ran into a man with a long, bushy, reddish beard who looked a great deal like one of the latest characters in Packers lore. In a December game against the Detroit Lions, TV cameras captured an injured Aaron Rodgers stroking the beard of a man on the Green Bay sideline. Rodgers returned to the game in the third quarter and led a touchdown drive, and pretty soon the bearded guy, who is a Lambeau Field contractor named Jeremy Wilcox, became something of a meme.
But this wasn’t Jeremy Wilcox at the tailgate, just a Packers fan named Michael Kommer who is the dude’s doppelgänger and has been getting a kick out of the small bit of attention-by-confusion he’s garnered. “My ex-girlfriend, who lives in Seattle, she was like, ‘Umm, Michael, how’d you get on the field?’” he said. “I just screwed with her and was like, ‘Yep, that was me.’”
As if that weren’t enough, Brett Favre’s dead ringer was standing there too. Kirk Ermatinger has the crinkly eyes, salt-and-pepper scruff, and assured walk of the ol’ gunslinger. People take pictures with him and ask him for autographs all the time. Ermatinger said this had been happening “since day one” and then swiftly grew serious.
“Big thumbs-up and kudos to the Favre family,” he said. “Can’t wait to welcome Brett back. They’ll be back. Great family. I need to get that out. Everybody just needs to know that there’s a lot more that the world doesn’t know about the Favres and what they do for the community.”
The crowd inside Lambeau wasn’t the sea of green I thought it would be — there were too many guys wearing puffy hunting suits in camo or bright orange for that to happen, and there were a surprising number of Cowboys fans in the stadium, too. (All the ones I met made a point of saying how well they’d been treated.) But it was loud, and everywhere there were cheeseheads, and when DeMarco Murray made up for his fumble with a 26-yard run followed by a 1-yard touchdown to give Dallas a 21-13 lead late in the third quarter, you could feel the collective nervousness seep through the thick press-box glass. I considered all of these colorful folks — onesie guy, the van men, the owner of Kroll’s, the impostors — out there in the cold and wondered what they were thinking.
A few minutes later, Rodgers hit rookie Davante Adams with a pass and the second-round draft pick juked a few Dallas defenders and ran all the way to the end zone to narrow the score to 21-20. (Adams laughed after the game that his mom would be mad at him because he was so excited he forgot to keep the ball.) Tony Romo was sacked twice on the next drive, and the Cowboys ultimately had to punt. (For all the talk about Rodgers’s calf, Romo is the one who has somehow been playing with a broken body all season long.)
Rodgers led a drive from Green Bay’s 20-yard line that culminated with a terrifying, threaded needle to Richard Rodgers in the end zone. It was a sliding-doors moment: You could actually visualize the alternate universe in which the ball was picked off even as the Packers players celebrated the completion in front of you.
“It looked kind of big when I threw it,” Rodgers said when asked about the tight squeeze. “The window closed pretty fast.”
With about four minutes left in the game and the Packers up 26-21 (they’d missed on a two-point conversion after the Rodgers-to-Rodgers touchdown), Romo and his otherworldly receiver Dez Bryant connected on the kind of play that opposing fans hold their breath over in any Dallas game.
On fourth-and-2, Bryant hauled in a 31-yard heave from Romo right around the 5-yard line, took three steps, and stretched out toward the end zone, trying to break the plane. He bobbled the ball ever so slightly as he landed. The Packers’ Sam Shields would later say he wouldn’t have changed anything on his coverage — that him guarding Bryant was a case of “good on good.” The pass was ruled a completion. Packers coach Mike McCarthy walked onto the field and threw his red challenge flag, not always a welcome sight in Green Bay — after all, he’d won exactly zero challenges this season. Slo-mo Zapruder footage played again and again on the TVs in the press box, while outside in the stadium the PA system blared Tom Petty:
The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part.
Finally, the verdict came, and certain phrases began flying: “Calvin Johnson rule,” “football move,” “lost control of the ball.” And the one that mattered: “incomplete.” An accurate ruling based on a despised rule, and one that not only negated the near touchdown pass but also forced the Cowboys to relinquish the football on downs. The crowd’s cheer of relief was probably the loudest I heard all game.
It had the air of a buzzer-beater, but there was still lots of time left — 4:06, to be exact. Twice the Packers faced a third down, one with 3 yards to go that Rodgers converted for 26, and the other a third-and-11 on the Dallas 35 that, if not made, would have set up a difficult decision on the next play. But Rodgers hit Randall Cobb for 12 yards, and despite Cobb’s silly penalty for throwing the ball in celebration, the game was effectively over as the Packers ran out the clock.
Afterward, a stunned and confused Dez Bryant staggered around the visitors’ locker room, asking questions to anyone and everyone in his path, questions without any good answers. A smiling Aaron Rodgers deferred a press conference query on whether he thought that rule should exist, saying it was beyond his pay grade. Mike Daniels called his quarterback “the big dog” and “the man.” Jerry Jones said he had initially thought the video review was just over the spot of the ball, not the legitimacy of the catch. Green Bay’s owners mostly chanted, “GO PACK GO!”
When I left Lambeau a couple of hours later, the parking lot was mostly empty. A few coal deposit boxes sat quietly smoking. And a few hundred yards away, the yellow Big G minibus rolled down the road, looking like a giant banana slug. I don’t know whether it’ll be making the trip to Seattle next weekend, but I have a pretty good idea.
Filed Under: 2015 NFL Playoffs, Green Bay Packers, Football, Dallas Cowboys, NFL, Aaron Rodgers, Dez Bryant, Tony Romo, Julius Peppers, Lambeau Field, Davante Adams, Jerry Jones
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