No thanks, I’d rather eat a tide pod.
I’m still feeling some type of way though looking through our household’s Green Bay Packer jerseys….
Great players some of whom we’ve been blessed to meet if only for a brief, memorable interaction resulting in a signed jersey.
At tailgates I know we’ll still talk about the times Ty stopped in the yellow stingray to sign a jersey for my Dad or when my husband ran around the Oneida entrance to track Randall Cobb down at the gate on his way out of Lambeau.
Picture my husband standing with his #18 jersey, marker in hand as Randall approached the gate.