I mean, not if the 49ers were playing. And I have this ancient loyalty to my old hometown Jets, who won Super Bowl III against Baltimore when I was 11 years old. (I still remember Joe Namath sitting by the pool the day before, sipping a drink and proclaiming that his 21-point underdog team was so certain of victory he could “guarantee it.” And Joe was cool. A jerk, but cool. And Emerson Boozer was a great name for a running back.)
I was a bit of a Steelers fan, too, during the days of Terry Bradshaw and Franco Harris and Mean Joe Green (before the Coca Cola ad, barf).
But in the end, you have to root for the Packers. And not just because Aaron Rodgers went to Cal and got picked 24th (when the Niners could have had him but took Alex Smith instead, look how well that worked out) and had to wait patiently for Brett Favre to move on. I’ve always supported Green Bay because it’s the only publicly owned team in professional sports.
Okay, not exactly publicly owned: The city of Green Bay doesn’t hold the title deed. But it’s pretty close — there are 112,158 shareholders, most of them part of the Green Bay community in one way or another. There’s no majority owner — and it’s a functioning nonprofit. None of the shareholders get dividends; all the money is put back into the team. The Packers can’t leave town and can’t be sold.
The model so freaks out the NFL that the league passed a rule a few years ago barring any more teams from using it; now, there can be no more than 30 shareholders of any team and one must hold 30 percent of more and be the principal owner.
If all the teams were like Green Bay, there’d be no lockout, no Baltimore Colts splitting town in the middle of the night, no Al Davis jacking up Oakland. Go Packers.