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Where to see the Big Game? And if Aaron Rodgers appears beyond the sidelines? We have it covered, venue by venue, so you can be covered

As the drama in pro football unfolds, and the shift of power in the conference North Division unfolds, we have a primer on where to see the Big Game on Sunday.
Of course a lot of that drama goes from whether Aaron Rodgers will start and/or play, and you can see it for yourself at the following venues.
But first things first, we have an Aaron Rodgers siting locally, even though we’re far from Lambeau Field, the host of the applicable Viking/Packer matchup and whether he will show on the field, or just the sidelines, or just in a State Farm commercial. (OK, here in Hudson its just his occasionally seen look-alike, who was seen at Dick’s Bar and Grill last weekend taking in the revelry after NFL Season One was mostly done).
With that said, here’s where to watch the Purple go against the Green at noon on Sunday.
— We’ve got to start with the Village Inn in North Hudson, where there are 20-plus screens to show singularly, this one game. It is sure to be full, even though this is not a blackout game, but owner Leigh lays it thusly on the line: “We are a Packer Bar, not a sports bar.” And there are rumors of jello shots, were guessing green, to be offered.
Across the street at Kozy Korner, which is heavier on the Badgers not the pros, they say they will offer a free drink to everyone who shows up by kickoff. And for purposes of that special, they consider every team your home team, (within reason), regardless of your personal preference.
Shifting to the downtown, there are bars that are very Viking friendly, the closer you move to Exit One or Exit Two coming into Hudson, to go to The Hill or to Hudson proper. Think Buffalo Wild Wings, Pudge’s and the aforementioned Dicks.
On the north end of the downtown, at the Smilin’ Moose they really do Sunday Funday with the Pack being Back. The specials are valid during “all Wisconsin home games,” $3 shots when the Packers score, quarterfly drawings, and HDTVs on which to view the game from every angle, including on the patio.
Last to note, Green Mill on The Hill now offers expanded delivery of its noted pizza and flatbread, in case your football party is at your house. They spell out in detail online about where the cutoff is, and — make note of this college students — the range of delivery now includes River Falls. But the time is ticking to get that delivery, as it closes at 2 p.m. So when it starts getting closer to the third quarter …

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