My Mom told me the best way to get over such a heartbreaking loss like the one the Pack suffered to the NY Giants is to write about it. I want to send very hearty congratulations to the Giants and Patriots who will be playing in the world's greatest sport spectacle two weeks from now on Koko's Big Screen in the debut of the Red Sun Room.

Anyways, here is a little something to commemorate a great season by my hero Brett Favre and the pack.

It's easy to hate the New York Yankees if you're a Boston Red Sox fan, and vice versa. The same goes for the Dallas Cowboys and Washington Redskins. But who hates the Green Bay Packers? Really, though, do you hate the Packers? How could you not have pulled for them unless you were a giants fan?

Not if you know anything about the history of the National Football League. Not if you've seen those grainy images of the 1967 'Ice Bowl' and Bart Starr's fateful quarterback sneak on the frozen tundra of Lambeau Field. Not if you admire the principles on which Vince Lombardi built a dynasty or of which the Cobra Kai have been built around. In Wisconsin, there is no other option. You are born into Packerdom here. Your great-grandfather cheered for Curly Lambeau and Don Hutson, your grandpa for Paul Hornung, your dad for James Lofton and Lynn Dickey. Every kid on your block owns a No. 4 jersey even Mikey and Seth Patriots fan or Scotty a Fins fan have one.

What makes the Packers special? Start with the fact that there are 112,015 owners, the vast majority of whom hold one share of stock. Formed in 1919, the Packers became a non-profit entity four years later and remain the only publicly owned team among the major professional sports. The most recent stock sale, in 1998, netted 106,000 new 'owners' who paid $200 per share (and sent $24 million straight to the team's bottom line) for certificates that are basically worthless. The stock never pays dividends or appreciates in value. But the emotional investment is priceless. When general manager Ted Thompson signs a free agent, the fans can thump their chests and say, 'I helped bring that guy to Green Bay.' And it's true.

The fact that the Packers can even exist in a city of 100,000 is a minor miracle, due in equal parts to fan loyalty throughout the state and revenue sharing in the NFL. Los Angeles can't support a team but this little frozen outpost can? It's one of the mysteries of the universe. The Packers-Giants game marked the 269th consecutive sellout at Lambeau, including playoffs. That's every single game since 1960. The waiting list for season tickets is at 76,800. With an average of 70 fans per year giving up their seats, the guy at the end of the list will have to wait 1,000 years, give or take a few decades, for his name to come up. I have been waiting since I put my name on the list when I was 22.

The obsession with the team is such that the 10 p.m. TV newscasts in Milwaukee and Green Bay are dominated by Packers developments. The long snapper has an ingrown toenail? That leads the sports report. The price of beer is going up at Lambeau? That's the top story. Brett Favre retires? We don't even want to think about that one.

The Packers don't need throwback jerseys to evoke their glorious past. It is played out at every game. Best of Luck to the Giants and Pats and RIP this glorious season! Lastly, what about that good ol SI Jinx?