28. Green Bay, WI

The entire state of Wisconsin basically bleeds Green and Gold for the Green Bay Packers, and this city is the epicenter of cheesehead pride. For any true fan, there is nothing better than seeing a game first-hand at the greatest and most historic football stadium in the states... Lambeau Field. I was there for the first ever home playoff-loss for the Pack against the Atlanta Falcons. It was still absolutely amazing to see Favre and company in the magic of a Lambeau field playoff game in the snow. The crowd was a sea of green, gold, and hunter-orange. Before the game, the parking lots were full of the friendliest fans in the nation, Milwaukee's finest domestic beers, flaming grills full of brats, and an overall feeling that can only be felt and not described. Football games in Green Bay bring about a sense of sports magic that many try to imitate, but could never duplicate. Sundays may be for church, but the football gods in green and gold take control in the afternoon and evening. Every television is tuned in, except for those lucky enough to get their hands on tickets (and the season ticket waiting list is literally longer than a lifetime). The Packers are the only team owned by the fans, and it shows.Besides the team, the area is a very nice place. Granted, it is not very diverse, and many of its inhabitants think that every black person they see must be on the team, but they manage to keep their stereotypes in control and are more apt to want a handshake or autograph than they are to throw out slurs. Football really does take the spotlight in the town, and the rest is secondary. Take a stroll down Mike Holmgren Ave, go see a game or even a practice (where you can probably even meet some of the players... they used to ride fans' bicycles to the practice fields from Lambeau... nothing funnier than a 300 pound lineman on a kid's dirtbike), and breathe in the pride and excitement. The Bears still suck.