Call it Art Therapy. I finally took the time to grieve. There should be a lot more green and gold in the Super Bowl this Sunday, after a near perfect season. But we choked in our first game of the playoffs, and a whole lot of Packer fans were left stunned (denial) and then annoyed (anger) and then qualifying that it still was a great season, and we’ll get ’em next year (bargaining.) And then the sadness settled in, to realize that all of the excitement that was building season-long with each victory had just fizzled out in one wet blanket of a game (really, it was wet, is that why they couldn’t hold onto the ball?) and just like that it was over. This season is never coming back, it’s done. And all of us cheeseheads, we weep.