I was in the south end zone stands with my sister, freezing our asses off with everyone else. I had seen the victory over the Seahawks the week before--the first game I had attended in years--and it was a magical experience. (I even got to meet Cheesey and yooperfan before the game!)
The next week, we thought they were going to beat the Giants. The Giants missed two field goals down the stretch, and it looked like destiny for the Pack. And then--the Bad Thing happened. I haven't been to a game since then.