A few months ago the Atomic Dog Santana Dotson was reminiscing with Bob and Brian about the most recent Packer glory years, and how it felt going into each game during the Superbowl runs. He described it like Terry Bradshaw did when he described the Pittsburgh Steeler Superbowl runs of the 70’s - going into each game knowing “We are going to Kick.  Your.  Ass.”
Like going into a Kung Fu fight with Bruce Lee having your back.
That’s kind of what it looked like on Sunday when the Packers traveled to New Jersey’s Meadowlands to face the Giants.
Favre was smiling like he used to a little more than a decade ago; when the offense took the field, I didn’t have that uneasy “Oh shit…what’s going to happen this series?” feeling. It felt like the Packers were a big boulder that had just been nudged from the top of a hill and were rolling down. Stay the f&@k out of the away or you’ll be Spam, brother.
The Giants got in the way, getting the New York state of mind slapped out of them, 35-13.
And there was some of that same nostalgia when the defense took the field. Instead of worrying about what coverage would be blown or what arm tackles would get shrugged off on the opposing team’s quick jog for seven, I was excited, waiting to see A.J. Hawk treat another player like a piñata filled with footballs, or Aaron Kampman or Cullen Jenkins snuff another quarterback or running back.
There will be no Giants mathematic acrobatics to leapfrog the Packers into the playoffs this year.