I've personally never had the chance to go to Lambeau Field.
We see the game as art as much as sport. That helped us nurture not only the game's traditions but to develop its mythology: America's Team, The Catch, The Frozen Tundra.
There is no place like in all of sports, in my opinion, like game day at Lambeau Field.
The museum at Ortles is dedicated to the world of ice so we wanted visitors to feel like they were inside a glacier.
It's always snowing at the south pole of Enceladus.
Antarctica is a paradise compared to Mars.
If there ever was an 'America's team,' it would be itty-bitty, little Green Bay, stuck way up there somewhere, owned by the salt-of-the-Earth citizens themselves.
What is striking in Minnesota is the invisible horizon line. On a grey day, when there's snow on the ground, the sky and the ground are one tone. Everyone appears to be hanging in mid-air.
Were it believed that vacant places could be had at the North Pole, the road there would be lined with dead Virginians.
Lambeau was always special, and so was Milwaukee.
