After a dinner of pulled pork and sweet potato fries we all moved to the living room and listened to the Packers game on the radio. My Darling B had the game on an AM station in the kitchen and T-Dawg found the same broadcast on an FM station so we could listen to it without the static or distortion. We listened in rapt attention to three or four plays before T chuckled and said, “I feel like we’re Amish or something. Who listens to football on the radio?”