My first understanding of what it was to be a Packers fan was Dec 31,1967, when my dad frantically ran through the house looking for his camera so he could snap a picture of Bart Starr going over the goal line.
I was 11 and was astounded by the rapture it caused, the cheering and amazement (I now understand). When my dad passed away three years ago, all I wanted from his office was that picture. It hangs in my office today, the same as it did his since that amazing day. Through the good the bad and the best, it is great to be a Packers fan.