As the two-state area produces nothing of Purple or Green on this Sunday thus Bloody Sunday, so don’t see red and rather make due with What Is And What Should Never Be, another football season with a Super Bowl finale that’s like kissing your sister, but party on anyway

The Purple again plummet, while the Green get with gangrene.
As in a mailbox next-door with a Vikings violet theme, it’s hung together at its back end by a whole wad of duct tape thus making an arch, like that in St. Louis for another franchise mention — and QB Kurt Warner, take that Tom Brady. So as a metro daily said, with no playoffs, the purple people eaters have renewed blues (so check out more last-minute Super “Bowl,” from the pantry, eats options below, and thus pay homage to the savior that can also be your fridge, on the cheap. This from the otherwise Badger brew-laden Man Cave, and also claiming Writing Credits the plethora of plasma TVs you got, also cheap, on mega sale because of the Big Game at a mega store). Even though when walking down my street there are a few purple flags and strings of lights climbing up a tree, and prior to fall, before these mighty dreams had fallen, at least there were three different groups of flowers of the applicable color within a block. And so another headline read with its question, casting a trio of words, when was the Viking Super Bowl? (That would imply one trip there, and at least the Vikings have to their credit made it to the big game, though suffering a loss, four times).
The Packer fans too, with such a number En Vogue, were plump with promise prior to being derailed by the Rams. And the QB analysis started instantly for the Green and Gold, too: How long will there be Rodgers at the helm in their future? Although his lookalike has been seen at the Dick’s Bar late-night dance party, which could explain a whole host of things. America’s team? How about the following from the former U.S. Best: And so yet again, the Packers could have on a postseason game day, faced what had been the likes of Toy Troy, Peon Dallas Deion and Inclement Emmett. (Or was I to say Boy Troy or Boy Toy Troy?) After all these are futbal plawyors, and some of ’em can’t read none so well. OK, TA did well in the booth, but DS? He was just a punch line for the much more talented Chris Berman. And not all gridders are like the stereotype that I just helped reinforce. The Badger boys, and even the big UW linemen, are Rhodes Scholars compared to some. And the ones on the walls at Kozy Korner certainly are on the dean’s list.
So without those local mainstays come 5:18, maybe make like the Ice Bowl when the Packers beat, I believe, those dreaded Cowboys, and make your own football field with a Big Game snowblower and green and gold food coloring for yardlines, with actual enjoyment coming from the big hot tub positioned, with a lot of TVs, between the house and your own personal Lambeau. After all, outdoor extravaganzas or at least a small group of people chilling out in the backyard until the wee hours, even at holidays, have been more the norm virtually all year than in-house house parties since the virus tried to eradicate fun.

So, the time short to Reckon the Number of the Beastly scribe, with said: My wife is clamoring for the team of her relatives out in the Boston and beyond area, to behold another victory as known by the New England Patriots, even if through Tom Brady’s what, seventh Super Bowl win and counting (what team with now?) I guess I am not the sports reporter with such details that I once was, and recently was chastised by a reader about such. But popcorn in hand, here we go … And there will be no gloating call from the Cape Cod area, as they are stuck for a while and limited to Seventh Heaven.

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