The year was 1996, and fresh out of Tech College I landed a cushy job as a Maintenance Mechanic at a local Potato Chip Factory. Maintenance Mechanics by the way, make some tall cash and earn it about 30% of the time. The rest of the time is just piddly work. I'm digressing here....
My beloved Packers made it to the Superbowl!! I felt that this endeavor was enough to warrant a Father-Daughter tattoo. I was ready, willing and able to pay for Dad and I to get a tattoo of the Packer Helmet + 'Superbowl Champs 1996' written underneath on our upper arms. I had made the appointment. My Dad, he chickened out. He called and said, "Bren, I don't want the tattoo. Spend your money on something worthwhile." Oh GEEZ Dad! COME ON!!! So I did what he said, and I am left tattoo-less.
Fast forward to 2011. Here we are at the brink of another Packer trip to the Superbowl (BTW, if that's got some trademark infringement thing going on if I say it, I'm sorry. The Bowl belongs to us Fans so there :P) and I'm dreaming of a Packer Helmet with 'Superbowl Champs 2011' on it.
My Dad? He can pay for his own flippin tattoo this time. Ain't no one gonna stop this tat from getting on me if they win!!
That's the chicken-livered Daddy-O. He'd look great with a Packer tattoo don'cha think? Eh. Dad...If you're reading this, I STILL LOVE YA!! and GO PACK!!!