Charlie S.

It’s Bears Week. Not just another Sunday. Not just another NFC North game. This is Packers–Bears, the oldest rivalry in the NFL, and 4,000 miles away from Lambeau, the Packers fans of Paris are getting ready for it the only way we know how: together, probably too loud, definitely wearing green and gold, and absolutely

Week 1 happened. We acknowledge its existence. We will not be taking questions at this time. The Packers somehow produced nine explosive plays in Minnesota, averaged 6.3 yards per play, held the Vikings to 3.9… and lost by 17. Twelve penalties. Two turnovers. Ten points from four trips inside the red zone. That’s not football.

There are Sundays. And then there are Packers Sundays. Today is the second kind. The Green Bay Packers are back. The season is back. And 4,000 miles from Wisconsin, a group of people in Paris are preparing to do the completely reasonable thing of putting on green and gold, walking into a French brasserie and

Packers Nation…Gather ‘round. Because the universe just flipped the switch. It’s Toyotathon Season — the annual cosmic event when the football gods crack open a portal of pure gridiron magic, and Jordan Love transforms into an unstoppable, cold-weather warlock of WINNING. Monday night? That wasn’t a setback. That was the prelude, the trailer, the teaser