Tundra FM: Record Rules, The Wait Was the Road, and Rep Like a Packer

[rock music] Tundra FM.

Hard rock, cold blood.

Packer net.

Good evening, Brick Lombardi.

This is Tundra FM on the Packer Net Podcast Network.

Tonight we start with a rule book: playoff seeding.

The argument that your record should decide where you land, not which division you happen to win.

Let's get into it.

Record rules, Country Rock stumping for playoff seeding reform.

Here's a song with a bone to pick with the NFL.

The gripe is this: a ten-win division champ gets a home playoff game, while a thirteen-win team packs a bag and travels.

Geography over record.

The fix it's singing about is a real one.

The Lions floated it.

Seed the bracket by wins and let the best records rise.

It died for lack of votes, and yeah, it's a rival's idea.

But Green Bay was the seven seed at eleven and six the year that math mattered, so it would have helped us too.

Record rules.

This is Record Rules on Tundra FM.

[rock music] They got divisions drawn like prison walls, trapped in antiquated halls While the best teams take the fall, weak divisions standing tall Seven and nine making noise, playoff spots like Christmas toys Given out to basement boys while thirteen-win teams get destroyed Geography over greatness, that's the system that they praise-less Mediocrity's oasis while elite squads remain brace-less Merit roaring for what's right, talent over conference might Best records deserve the fight, not participation trophy nights Record rules, division drools, current system's for the fools Best teams rise, weak ones fall, merit matters most of all Smart logic, crystal clear, best record should be here Seed by wins, not by zones, time to fix what's clearly wrong NFC West sending trash while AFC powerhouses crash Into wildcard spots like cash being burned with no rehash Seventeen games of grind and sweat just to watch some seven-ten net Home field advantage, place your bet on teams that haven't earned it yet It's mathematical madness, systematic sadness Weak division champions practice playoff gladness While double-digit winners watch from their couches in December This broken bracket's something we should never remember Record rules, division drools, current system's for the fools Best teams rise, weak ones fall, merit matters most of all Lions logic, crystal clear, best record should be here Seed by wins, not by zones, time to fix what's clearly wrong Four divisions, four free passes to the mediocre masses While the worthy sit at home, the structure's built on sinking foam Fourteen teams, but only eight advance, give the best ones their true chance Lions' proposal makes the most sense, merit over false pretense Picture this, the sixteen best, no more geographical jest Superior records put to test, weak division kings laid to rest No more fluke home playoff games for teams with losing record names Performance speaks, not boundary frames, let excellence stake its claim From logic comes the call to tear down this divisional wall Pure performance stands most tall, let the best teams have it all Record-based, not space-based seeding, this is exactly what we're needing Truth leading, others bleeding from this wisdom so succeeding Record rules, division drools, current system's for the fools Best teams rise, weak ones fall, merit matters most of all Lions roared and got it right, best records win the fight Seed by wins, that's the way, time for change starts today Fourteen wins but seven seed, that's a broken system indeed Smart wisdom, crystal clear, records are what should matter here

Here's a song about being done.

Every fan knows this feeling.

The team says, "Trust the process.

Wait.

The plan pays off." And this guy's heard it since ninety-six, and he's out.

Ready to blow it up, bet it all, burn down everything.

Patient.

But listen to the end.

The song turns on him.

The wait was the road all along.

It talks itself off the ledge.

It's a fan arguing with himself and losing to the better angel.

The wait was the road.

This is Tired of the Wait on Tundra FM.

[soul music] It was all a faith.

Believed in the plan they laid.

Now I'm the one at the bar.

Who's done being played.

Uh, uh.

Picture me born in the wool, raised on the promise Patience was the only thing they ever taught us From ninety-six to now, the same slow song Been holding this line for so long Baptized in the belief that the process would pay Every winter I bought it, every loss they'd say Wait, it's the gospel, wait, it's the sermon Sold my whole life for a slow-burning worship Ready to blow it up, tired of the wait Ready to bet it all before it's too late Ready to burn down everything, patient This is my team, and I'm out of persuasion Uh, daddy told me there'd be years like this When the drought digs in, and you can't dismiss

dismissI've grown old.

Old like the banners they hang in my face.

Old like a virtue that lost me the race.

Three seasons of one and done in the cold.

No more trusted.

Place your bets, be bold.

Ready to blow it up.

Tired of the wait.

Ready to bet it all.

Before it's too late.

Ready to burn down everything patient.

This is my team, and I'm out of persuasion.

They say the right road is the long way home.

Every off-season, I feel more alone.

Legacy stacked on a foundation of faith.

Nothing left to lose, that's what I'd say.

Ready to blow it up.

Tired of the wait.

But the wait

The wait was the road all along.

Ready to fold on the things

Hmm.

That were strong

Here's a song about belonging.

Two kinds at once.

Green and gold, and red, white, and blue.

Braided together until they're the same thing.

Frozen ground, a flag that won't come down.

The argument underneath is that pride like this gets earned.

In the cold, on this side of everything sacrificed.

It's a loyalty song to a team, to a country, and it doesn't apologize for either.

Still free.

This is Where I Belong on Tundra FM.

[singing] Frozen ground.

A flag that won't come down.

Green and gold bleeding into red, white, and blue.

They said we were finished.

Said the fight was through.

Every winter we bury, every winter breaks through.

Cut me open, I bleed the same.

Stars and stripes carved into my name.

This is where I belong.

Under this flag is where I belong.

Where I belong.

This is where I belong.

Liberty's the only fight I've got.

Concrete flag on a rusted out truck.

Every setback just teaches me luck.

This land don't own me, I earned every scar.

Every scoreboard's a lesson in who we are.

Cut me open, I bleed the same.

Stars and stripes carved into my name.

This is where I belong.

Under this flag is where I belong.

Where I belong.

This is where I belong.

Liberty's the only fight I've got on.

They don't hand out this kind of pride.

You earn it in the cold.

You earn it on this side.

Of everything we sacrificed.

You.

Me.

You.

Me.

This is where I belong.

Under this flag is where I belong.

This is where I belong.

Liberty's the only fight I've got.

This is where I belong.

This is where I belong.

Still free.

Here's the loud one.

No argument, no ache, just pride.

A block party in green and gold.

Cheesehead on, Lambeau leap loaded.

The whole history in the trophy case.

Thirteen championships, four Super Bowls, community owned.

It rattles off the names, and the legends, and the cold, and it's built for hands in the air.

A highlight reel you can dance to.

Titletown Forever.

This is Rep Like a Packer on Tundra FM.

Yeah.

Green and gold, let's go.

Titletown, you know

know[upbeat music] Let's ride.

Roll in the Lambeau, frozen tundra season.

Cheese on my head, got a million reasons.

Rodgers the love, whole legacy breathin'.

Defense bringin' pressure, opponents not eatin'.

Lambeau Leap ready when we hit the zone.

Uh.

Opponents crowd quiet when we take the throne.

Uh.

Stuart Lee great, check the trophy case.

Word.

13 titles sittin' in that sacred space.

Woo.

North side, south side, every section standin'.

Black and gold comin', man, we got that bandwagon.

Packers Nation worldwide, yeah, we expandin'.

Watch how we move when the team is commandin'.

Rep like a Packer.

Rep, rep like a Packer.

Hey.

Rep like a Packer.

Rep, rep like a Packer.

Let's go.

Title town swagger, ice cold in our veins.

Cold.

Rep like a Packer.

Rep, rep like a Packer.

Green and gold.

Sunday at Lambeau, temperature droppin' low.

Uh.

Visiting team shakin', they already know.

Yeah.

Franchise quarterback makin' perfect throws.

Run game establishin', offensive line in rows.

Go.

Keion Nixon takin' one back for six.

Alexander lockin' down, defense playin' tricks.

Playin' tricks.

Rashan Gary bringin' heat off that edge.

Yeah.

Championship or nothin', that's the Packers pledge.

Woo.

North side, south side, every section standin'.

Purple and gold cryin', man, we understand it.

Packers Nation worldwide, yeah, we expandin'.

Woo.

Watch how we move when the G is commandin'.

Rep like a Packer.

Rep, rep like a Packer.

Hey.

Rep like a Packer.

Rep, rep like a Packer.

Let's go.

Title town swagger, ice cold in our veins.

Cold.

Rep like a Packer.

Rep, rep like a Packer.

Green and gold.

[upbeat music] Green Bay Packers.

Shareholder pride, community owns.

That's right.

Four Super Bowls, dynasty shown.

Legacy shown.

Lombardi trophy, got his name on the prize.

Facts.

Frozen tundra where the legends arise.

Yeah.

Rep like a Packer.

Rep, rep like a Packer.

Everybody.

Rep like a Packer.

Rep, rep like a Packer.

Hands up.

Title town swagger, ice cold in our veins.

Cold.

Rep like a Packer.

Rep, rep like a Packer.

Green and gold.

[upbeat music] G-O.

Pack.

Pack, pack.

Go.

Green and gold forever.

Title town forever.

Packers.

[upbeat music] Packers.

[upbeat music] Go.

That's the show.

We opened with Record Rules, the case for seeding the playoffs by record, a Lions idea that would've helped us too.

Tired of the Wait came next, a fan out of patience who talks himself back onto the road.

Then Where I Belong, green and gold braided into red, white, and blue.

Rep Like a Packer threw the party.

13 titles, hands in the air.

That's it for me, Brick Lombardi.

You are never alone out there.

Go, Pack, go.

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