The world renowned Packers Fan Club of Paris – aka Titletown Europe – met last night to fête the opening of our new Packers Bar, O’Neil in the 6th on the Left Bank. On tap was the kickoff to the 2026 season. The opponets were the Skol-birds from Minneapolis. Game chez them.
Interception on the second pass from Vikes QB created so much noise that Pierre had to close the doors. Followed by 59-yeard FG from Smack. And just like we’re feeling cured of the PTSD from McManna-who. Vikes QB quickly knocked out after an ill-advised scramble. Did he not notice he was as tall garden gnome on stilts? Shoulda stayed in the pocket, sonny. Love lookin smooth and high fives all around. We are going to the Superbowl.
Next Carson Wentz put in. We make the rounds and meet all the Packers tourists. Susan is visiting from Wiesbaden. Tim from Cedarburg, let me introduce you to Emily from Cedarburg. You both live on Pioneer Street but don’t know each other? What a co-inqi-dink!
Pierre is rocking the drinks, with a nod to the old days at WOS bar. Game is moving. We’re up eight points. Until. Lefleur gives back three to go for seven. Aggressive straa-tee-ger-ree. We like it! But We’re six inches short. Then the whole thing turns over like a sunscorched nudist at the beach. We try to look away, but an ugly eyeful of ass is seared into our memories. The Refs are in on the fix and touching the Vikes by our D is now a flag. Yeah, no celebratory shots tonight…
Next week early game at the Jets, will the real game plan please show up. Merci!
