My wonderful Wisconsin husband is a Packers fan.
I tolerate football only to the degree that I acknowledge my husband will disappear on front of the TV for a few hours on Sunday and Monday and occasionally send our dogs into barking fits over his whoops and hollers.
I somehow found myself conned into making him a Green Bay blanket. I actually started on it last year, but I was crocheting it. I got so sick and tired of green and yellow yarn, and the end finally came when I made two pieces of it with the wrong hook, screwing up the dimensions. I buried the project until my husband started fondling the fuzzy, warm fleece at the local craft store.
So fleece it is. Making a giant 22" perfect oval letter G is a pain in the butt. I didn't want to tile out a giant template on my printer, so I did it the long way, measuring a smaller logo and doing the math to make a big one. I vaguely remember some skills from my high school drafting class. So far I've got the big white G down and hand-stitched it onto the green background, and cut out the green oval to finish the emblem. Maybe I'll machine sew the rest of the blanket. I suck at machine sewing; I'm like a drunk driver with a bobbin and needle.