1965, i was 8 and my Dad was an usher at home games. I would try to catch a tlimpse of him.
I was in the navy on subs and the weeks the Vikes and pack would play the guys would line up outside radio’s door waiting to get the scores. All of the Wisconsin and zminnesota guys knew who each other were. Talking smack while bobbing around at periscope depth in the dark. Scores came out on Wednesdays. You didnt want to lose those games.