By Lucy Rendler-Kaplan // @LUCYrk78
I’m the first to admit it. I’m a sap. I feel things too deeply. Because of that, I cry through the NFL Draft every year. Don’t get me wrong – it’s one of my most favorite weekends, and I look forward to it all throughout the winter. But I still cry, watching so many people’s lives change in an instant. It’s so exciting to watch these players achieve something they’ve been working daily for, most likely since they were tiny. And it’s not just their lives that change – it’s their families and their friends, and their future families.
But! This year was different. Almost immediately, I was in too much shock to get too emotional. I know that I’m a rare Chicagoan, choosing the Green Bay Packers as my favorite team over the Chicago Bears. I don’t know exactly how or when this started, but I’ve been a Packers fan for at least 15 years. I don’t wish ANY other teams ill will, especially my home team; that’s one of the best parts about being a Packers fan – we’ve got such a good team that I don’t need to smack talk other teams or players, to make myself feel better about my favorite team. They’re just that good!