From The Sidelines Of Lambeau Field

As you you walk out of the tunnel, you are amazed at the immensity of the stadium. With the capacity to hold thousands it finally hits you that you will be in front of a crowed larger than you have ever imagined. You can feel the Greatness in the air. You are hit with a familiar smell of brats and beer. The roar of the crowd is louder than anything you have ever heard. You can practically feel the energy pulsating through the arena. As you gaze around you see a sea of green and gold. With every passing minute the crowd manages to grow louder. Your excitement is rising, like a river after a monsoon, swelling at the banks and over flowing to create the biggest grin on your face. As you stretch, nervousness begins to take over mixing with adrenaline to create the most potent combination.  Falling into the familiar routine of warming up, you begin to relax. Lining up on the field, you get another chance to take it all in. This time every seat is filled, almost everyone supporting the G-Force in some way. Suddenly the crowd explodes. The team runs out of the tunnel, shouting out words of encouragement to their teammates, pumping themselves up for a victory. The intensity of their energy is contagious. The crowd feeds on it, their spirit spilling over the walls of the arena. The national anthem begins and you can’t help but to get goose bumps. The crowd is silent with the exception of those singing along respectfully. The planes soar overhead; the flyover is quite a sight. Your emotions are a mix, unnamed and unknown to many. This experience is one of a lifetime.