The "North Pole"! We were always under the impression that there would be a jolly fat man, elves, and reindeer here. There were more than a few fat men, and most were jolly, but no elves or Rudolph. Just concrete, green, and gold.
There is so much to love about Lambeau Field. The history, the atmosphere, the touchdown, the safeties, and the Monty Pythonesque jumbotron first down animation. Thanks again, team Jennis!
The lake's tubers, which had metastasized to the North end and the bays on the east in July, are in full remission! The bare footed practicing for Footstock and skiers that like less lumpy water will be pleased. The warm that has defined this August continued last week. On Saturday a bigger, dead bass floated onto the shore of Knott Lane. As MrsNemo went to remove it, an eagle passed about 7 feet overhead and voiced its displeasure at having its breakfast touched. Last we saw, the eagle was perched nearby watching Corpsey the fish slowly floating to the east. A short time later, the eagle and the fish were gone. That and, while SCUBA diving, a crib ate my snorkel.
-Nemo predicts 19 and 0.
