I drank well into the night last night, early jitters. I've got a pretty good hangover so even though I'm going to resist the urge, at least one early beer is in the cards for me. I'm like a cat on a hot tin roof right now because I think our chances this year based on a lack of a dominant team are the best they have been in awhile. At the same time, a trip to Lambeau and potentially Seattle again has me on pins and needles.
Can we pull off the win and make it to the NFC title game?
If we do, can we go into Seattle and beat them at home 2 times in one year against a team that is 8-0 recently in home playoff games?
Neither team scares me but our team does. I know we can win, I'm just antsy because our patchwork defense is dinged and paper thin on depth in the front 7.
I was raised in a Catholic house and even though I haven't identified as such for decades, I'm almost willing to dig up some rosary beads and do a search on how to say one even though I know God doesn't give a rat's ass about football.
I haven't even had a beer and I'm rambling. Shit.