It would never happen obviously, because things like this just don't happen in real life. But I can still imagine what it would be like if it did.
The first thing I would do would be to find a way to get tickets to the season opener on September 8th in Green Bay. I'd sell a kidney if I had to. Then I would walk across the entire state of Wisconsin wearing my purple number 4 jersey and Helga horns, singing this song all the way. Then I would call every Packer fan I know and offer my sympathies. Every day. Ten times a day. And finally, I would tattoo my entire body purple and gold and streak across Lambeau field after Favre threw his first touchdown pass as a Viking and I would die in a hail of bullets from angry, drunken Packer fans with hunting rifles.
How do you feel about that, Brett?