Schadenfreude Comes In Shades of Green And Gold

Hating Aaron Rodgers and the Green Bay Packers can be its own reward

If you know me, you know that there are four things in life I’ve maintained an enduring, lifelong hatred for- mushrooms, avocados, olives, and the Green Bay Packers. Of course, having grown up in Minnesota and being a lifelong Vikings fan, it’s always a good day when the Packers lose.

So when whiny, arrogant, arch-bastard Aaron Rodgers and his Pack lost to a last-second San Francisco 49ers field goal on Saturday, it put a smile on my face that I STILL haven’t been able to wipe off. Yes, I “hate-watched” the game, hoping against hope that Rodgers, who was 0-3 against the 49ers in the playoffs, would see his luck continue. And so he did. It was a thing of beauty.

Ah, schadenfreude…thou art a fickle but highly entertaining wench.

It’s ironic that when my father died a year and a half ago, being his namesake meant I ended up with his share of Packers stock. I was half-tempted to burn it in the fire pit in my backyard, but I’m keeping it for sentimental value. And also to remind me that there are members of my own family who are (GASP!!) Packers fans. That’s almost like telling me they’re pedophiles, only without the moral and legal baggage.

Once again, it’s not the Packers’ year- and I’m feeling pretty good about that. I just LOVE seeing Aaron Rodgers repeatedly come up short. It couldn’t happen to a more likable guy, eh??

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