So next time you watch the Packers, remember: you’re not just a fan. You’re a member of a very loud, very frozen, very passionate choir. You have a voice, and it doesn’t matter if you’re flat. The guy next to you is probably flat too. That’s the harmony of it all.
And if you ever see a group of people doing vocal warm-ups in the parking lot before a game? Don’t laugh. Join them. Because somewhere in that frozen, off-key mess, you’ll find a little bit of Barden Bella magic—just with more kielbasa and less choreography. Go, Pack, Go… in perfect, ridiculous unison.
