Yes, you don't need to be Einstein to figure out what everyone already knows, that the Packers do indeed S-U-C-K!

On Day Two of owning Green Bay's butt, we first revisit my excursion into Wisconsin last week.

On the drive back from my undisclosed location from somewhere in the middle of the Great Cheese state, I pulled off the highway in Eau Claire. You see, I had found a great Perkins there that was serving up pumpkin pie at $0.99 a slice. And I just love a little pumpkin pie to go along with my whipped cream.

As I drove through Eau Claire I didn't see one car with a Packer sticker, not one car with a Packer window flag. No Packer anything. But upon turning left at a light to enter the Perkins parking lot I soon knew why. You see, one man in Eau Claire has a monopoly on proudly displaying the Packer colors via his vehicle.

This older gentlemen, was decked all out in his Cheesehead finery. He drove some sort of 4x4 that was also green. And waving proudly from his driver’s side window, affixed to an 8-foot pole, was a 3' x 5' Packer flag. I only wished I could have gotten a photo.

The pole must have been wedged between the door and his legs. And he had a look about him that basically challenged anyone to come up and tell him how stupid he looked.

He must feel awfully stupid today. And I'm still smiling.

Want to hear what it sounded like after the 56-yard field goal? Listen here.

Viking Underground Podcast Twenty-Three

Vikes Geek and I conduct our Score Seven format breaking down the win against the Packers.

Give a listen.

Turkey Necks!

I'm going to break a rule I set here last week...that I would only post Vikings-related news on this site and everything else over at the new blog, the Four Hoarsemen. But, in this case I know many of you will enjoy reading this here.

Not everything and everyone that comes out of Wisconsin is bad. And news came earlier this week on the passing of one of my earliest childhood idols, The Crusher.

Reggie "The Crusher" Lisowski passed away Saturday night. I can still remember sitting around the television one evening while visiting relatives in Bismarck, North Dakota to see The Crusher, throw a bag of dog food into the ring in which Mad Dog Vaschon (or was it Baron Von Raschke?) was beating another opponent. Mad Dog fell over the bag of dog food, and was immediatley pinned by the inferior opponent.

Mad Dog then immediately challenged The Crusher to a steel-cage match, which was granted. Of course, The barrel-chested Crusher was bloodied to a pulp with women and children crying but he won. He beat that "turkey neck" Mad Dog Vaschon and immediately spawned a generation of Crusher wannabes.

It was that same summer that my gang of buddies stumbled across an old mattress at the Jamestown city dump. Heck, didn't every boy visit the city dump during summer vacation? And what a gold mine of stuff we usually found.

The mattress was brought home and a ring set up. For a full weekend we played All Star Wrestling with everyone taking turns being The Crusher, Baron Von Raschke, Mad Dog Vaschon, and Bobby "The Brain" Heenan and other characters that we saw on television. We had a blast too until one of the moms found out where we had fond the mattress. Kill joy.

Then there was the matchups against the future governor of Minnesota, and may well be the reason why I hate Jesse Venture to this day.

Ventura often took time away from the start of his matches to do a posing routine, which didn't sit too well with the no-frills Crusher. Before one of their matches, The Crusher challenged "Ventura to a posing contest, with the fans deciding who the winner would be.

Ventura of course agreed, taking Crusher's challenge and his posing very seriously. With his ego and reputation on the line, The Body painstakingly performed a series of bodybuilding poses, but still received a clearly negative reaction from the crowd.

The cigar-chewing Crusher, on the other hand, merely had to raise his two barrel-sized arms into the air and flex, and the crowd exploded with overwhelming cheers. However, when The Crusher was announced as the Pose Down winner, the egotistical Ventura snapped, and attacked Crusher from behind. He grabbed the lit cigar from The Crusher's mouth and proceeded to jam it into the popular veteran's eye.

The dramatic moment appalled wrestling fans, which seemed to please Ventura even more. In the following weeks, Ventura proudly proclaimed himself to be the man who finally ended the legend of The Crusher. However, after taking some time to recuperate, the aging-but-still-dangerous Crusher returned to exact his revenge on Ventura in cities from San Francisco to Chicago and everywhere in between.

And we roared our approval.

Posted by maasx003 at October 25, 2005 06:14 AM