 On my way in, I'd always grab a hot dog and a soda, and I'd head to my seat. As I'm going into my new seat in Section 103, I stopped dead in my tracks. But it wasn't my seat that got me. It was what was next to my seat. It was a beautiful girl, and she was just my age. She had a great smile, blonde hair, angular 80s haircut, and she was wearing a Baggy Packers sweatshirt. This was every 8th grade boy's dream, at least every 8th grade boy in Green Bay that year.