Earlier this month, John Ridley was on the Rich Eisen Show to announce a new film he is producing about Vince Lombardi. It turns out Ridley is a Packers fan which (to me anyway) means that he will treat the film with the respect it deserves. Slated to roll out sometime around Super Bowl 50 (and yes, they are moving to Arabic rather than Roman numerals). The film will focus on a particular slice of Vince Lombardi’s life.
It is exciting to me that an Academy award winner and masterful screenwriter/storyteller, who is also a Wisconsin native, will be handling the execution of this film. Here is the announcement:
While Ridley does not give a lot away, it was enough to know that the great Vince Lombardi’s legend will continue to be immortalized in this particular media. Wouldn’t it be great if the celebration of the greatest coach in NFL history corresponded with a 50th anniversary celebration of yet another Super Bowl by the greatest team in NFL history.
Go Pack!
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Can’t wait for the film. Grew up in Green Bay. Knew Bart Starr. Have wonderful memories of the glory years. Ice Bowl. Seeing Vince “around town”. The building of the stadium – long before it was named Lambeau Field. The parking lot during those glory years – gravel. How lucky any of us were to have been “there” while he was “there”.
Wow! That IS cool Fran! What great memories!
Fran, I’m sure you have many memories. I would love to spend some time talking with you. Are you willing to do a story for my site …? I can be reached at [email protected] . Thanks. Hope to hear from you. Ray Rivard
My husband, Mr Bear Fan, had lunch with Ray Nitschke at Kaap’s. Ate a reuben sandwich in three bites. My husband, Mr Bear Fan, was picked up hitchhiking by . . . Bart Starr. Bart apparently had been to our house when he first arrived in Green Bay (1956) – because my sister was dating a Packer player (I was 8 years old and could care less). Those guys had no where to go – and hang out – except the bars. Bart had me pick out records for his juke box – because I worked at Stillers (1965, 66, 67) – “Hi, Fran” – “Hello, Mr Starr”. Enough for now.