Brian has been a die-hard Green Bay Packers fan ever since the team played for the Super Bowl title on his 9th birthday back in 1997.
Fast forward to May 2024—the Packers’ 2024-2025 season schedule was released, and we saw they’d be playing in Seattle. An eight-hour drive? Totally doable. We snagged two tickets, booked a two-night hotel stay with reward points, and promptly forgot about it.
The trip nearly snuck up on us. We almost forgot to remind Brian’s parents they’d be watching Rost while we took this quick getaway. Honestly, we love our little third wheel, but we weren’t about to shell out the outrageous price of an NFL ticket for a two-year-old. Even the nosebleeds cost a small fortune.
Saturday morning, after a goodbye breakfast with Rost, we hit the road. The weather was perfect, the roads were clear, and six hours into the drive, we were already looking forward to dinner and drinks with Brian’s Army buddy, Scott. Then—my little blue trucklet shuddered. A slight drop in power made me glance at the dashboard just in time to see the oil light flick on. [Insert expletive here]. I immediately pulled over and killed the engine.
We stepped out to investigate and were greeted by the sight of oil pouring out of the bottom of the trucklet. [Insert second expletive here].
I called a tow company while Brian frantically searched for a mechanic who’d actually answer the phone on a Saturday afternoon. Long story short, we were saved by the kindness of an amazing mobile mechanic and a little bit of luck. The tow truck hauled us 30 minutes into the nearest town, where Conan, our hero of the day, met us in the AutoZone parking lot.
Turns out, Brian had gotten the oil changed the night before we left. Since it was a last-minute decision on a Friday afternoon, our usual shop wasn’t available, so he went somewhere new. Big mistake. They installed the wrong oil filter. Thankfully, it didn’t destroy the engine—or our weekend. Three hours later, we were back on the road, rolling into Seattle a little later than planned but grateful it wasn’t worse.
Sunday before the game, we played full-blown tourists with Scott and his beautiful family, exploring Seattle with fresh eyes.
And the game? Even this die-hard Pittsburgh Steelers fan had to admit—it was a blast. Now I’m already looking forward to catching more NFL games in the future. It turns out, football is a pretty great excuse for a little adventure.