Let’s get one thing straight: the Green Bay Packers are the only socialist team in the NFL.

Every day, when I get home from work I feel so frustrated, the boss is a jerk, And I get my sticks and go out to the shed, And I pound on that drum like it was the boss’s head.

Each time they score, this verse in the Green Bay Packers’ touchdown song reminds us of our weary plight clocking in and out of our miserable jobs. But then, it also grants us the greatest wish known to man: a vicarious opportunity to dunk on the enemy. To stand over him, looking down into his eyes in a way that makes him know that we know that his own children hate him. The Packers say to us, “This week, the Chicago Bears are the drum. Let’s do to them what you want to do to your boss.”

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