As for me? Well, other than some genuine, sympathetic "there there, honey" my life is pretty much unaffected.
Sunday morning, we all readied ourselves by thawing some brats (it's a Wisconsin thing, doncha know) and donning our Green Bay Packers garb.
Jonathan wore his favorite Green Bay Packers sweatshirt; his completed ensemble includes a game face.
Rob's ritual garb consisted of Packers hat, Packers t-shirt, Packers long-sleeved shirt over the t-shirt, Packers sweatshirt over the Packers long-sleeved shirt over the Packers t-shirt. Oh, and Packers sunglasses. Oh, and a pointer finger in serious need of a cheesehead foam finger.
It was discovered - too late - that Brady doesn't own any Packers garb. He donned a Wisconsin Badgers sweatshirt instead, and Rob infused his aura with a little extra Packers mania for good measure.
And me? Well... um... well, you see... it's not that I don't do Packers garb... but, well... it's just that....
I don't do Packers garb.