Lawrence Tynes celebrates his game-winning field goal. (Photo by Jed Jacobsohn/Getty Images)

“I just wanted to get out of the cold. I think I was inside before it went through. I knew it was good.”

—NY Giant kicker Lawrence Tynes on his winning field goal in the NFC Championship game in overtime that beat the Green Bay Packers for a trip to the Super Bowl.

Often the NFC and AFC Championship games are some of the best NFL football games of the season. They’re often better games than subsequent Super Bowls. This year, the hype of the game, the quarterbacks, the Giant road wins, the almost unbelievable season the Packers had, all were eclipsed by the hype…of the weather. All week before the game, weather forecasters around the country were talking about the first major Artic Air plunge into the U.S. of the winter, bringing with it single digit highs and barbaric wind chills to the midwest, just in time for the weekend.

Great. Just another day at the office for sports photographers.

The Getty Images crew for the NFC Championship game in Green Bay, photographers Jed Jacobsohn of San Francisco, Jonathan Ferrey of Portland, Jamie Squire of Kansas City and myself of Cheeseland by way of Chicago, and Los Angeles-based editors Christian Peterson and Maxx “Packer Boy” Wolfson, got a taste of what we were in for on Saturday night. We walked two and a half blocks from the hotel in downtown Milwaukee to Mo’s restaurant for dinner. It was 4 degrees and the wind was howling. A less than ten minute walk seemed like ten hours.

All week before the game, I fielded phone calls and e-mails from friends, family and co-workers about the game and surviving the weather. My good friend Chris Covatta called from Austin, Texas to commiserate. Chris and I had shot many a cold game in the past including a Bears-Packers game in Green Bay in the early 90’s when the temperature at the noon kick-off was 12 degrees. “I’ll thinking of you, buddy. I’ll be watching the game in front of the fireplace, eating a bowl of chili and drinking a beer.” Hey, thanks for that, ya two-bit slop artist.

I also talked to my boss in Los Angeles, Brandon Lopez, and told him I’d be expensing almost $30 worth of hand, body and toe warmers for the photographers. “JD, it’s 70 here today…just beautiful.” As Daffy Duck once said, “Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.” (Not what I really said.)

On the drive up to Green Bay the photographers watched the outside temperature gage on the dashboard of my car. It was 5 degrees when we left Milwaukee. Went it got to 0, the boys started taking pictures. Jonathan Ferrey grabbed his camera phone and sent a picture to his wife. At some point during the two hour drive, we all got phone calls from friends and family from around the country, all wondering the same thing. What’s the temperature and how were we going to survive? We all talked at length about it but when we got to the exit at Lombardi Drive in Green Bay, Jed Jacobsohn became obsessed with trying to figure a way out of shooting the game. “Can’t we just turn around and go back?” he lamented. Fat chance.

The temperature gage hits zero on the way to Green Bay. (Photo by Jamie Squire)

We parked and walked about 100 yards to the media will-call window to pick-up our credentials. We hustled back, jumped back into my car and the real cussing began. It was cold. Damn cold. To quote singer Tom Waits, it was “colder than the ticket takers’ smile at the IBar Theatre on a Saturday night.” After sitting there for ten or 15 minutes, I turned to the crew. “Guys, we’ve got to go into the stadium at some point.” There was no putting off the reality of the day.

Jonathan Ferrey, Jonathan Daniel and Jed Jacobsohn prepare to enter the “Frozen Tundra” of Lambeau Field. (Photo by Jamie Squire)

The first order of business was to go out and shoot “fan features.” The fans are completely nuts in Green Bay before, during and after the games. Lambeau Field may have the best tailgating of any stadium in the country. They were out in force, but there were many more tents set up than I had ever seen in the parking lot. Maybe these fans weren’t as nuts as I thought after all. A quick walk proved that…they were.

A tailgater in the Lambeau Field parking lot wears shorts. (Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images)

It took us about a half and hour to get completely dressed for the game. I spent a lot of time thinking about Sir Edmund Hillary, the first man to reach the summit of Mount Everest, who had just died a week or so before. How in the world did he survive 30 below tempetures at over 27,000 feet in 1953 without proper outwear, Gortex wind and rain breaker clothing and…HAND and TOE WARMERS!? Packer fans are normal. THAT guy was nuts. Believe me, we used up almost all of those warmers too. We put them every place that we could put them to help us stay warm: in our gloves, outer coat pockets, near our spare camera batteries, in our boots on our feet and toes.

Eli Manning of the Giants celebrates winning the NFC Championship. (Photo by Jed Jacobsohn/Getty Images)

Eli Manning does an impression of his brother Peyton as he calls a play against the Packers. (Photo by Jamie Squire/Getty Images)

Brett Favre of the Packers blows cold air as he watches the replay screen during the game. (Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images)

In one of the few moments they had to celebrate, Brett Favre jumps into the arms of teammate Scott Wells after throwing a pass to Donald Driver for a touchdown. (Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images)

Crazy Packers fans pose the question: Do these guys have wives? (Photo by Jonathan Ferrey/Getty Images)

For the record: At kickoff, the temperature was -1 with a -23 wind chill. By the overtime, it was -3 with a -24 wind chill. Felt pretty much the same from beginning to end. Cold. It was the second coldest game ever played at Lambeau Field, the coldest being the 1967 “Ice Bowl” Championship game between the Packers and the Cowboys. (And NO, I WASN’T shooting that game. I was just a kid. Really.) The temperature for that game was -13 and the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel reported that the wind chill was -46. As we all know, no one even knew what “wind chill” was in those days, much less talked about it. Frankly, I wish they wouldn’t talk about it now, either.

Members of the New York Giants take turns taking pictures of their teammates with the George S. Halas Championship trophy in the locker room. (Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images)

The game was exciting, especially for the estimated 53.9 million people watching from the comfort of their homes, in front of their fireplaces, eating chili and drinking beer. The Chicago Tribune reported that it was the most-watched title game since Dallas-San Francisco in 1995 and “attracted the most viewers for a non-Super Bowl game since the series final of ‘Seinfeld’ in 1998.” The Packers were doomed by 29 yards of rushing for the entire game, an off-day for Grandpa Brett Favre and a Giant team that didn’t back down from the weather or the Packers. The game was tied 20-20 the entire 4th quarter. Giant kicker Lawrence Tynes missed two field goals in that quarter, the last of which with no time on the clock that sent the game into overtime. Just what we wanted. Over-damn-time in that weather. I almost went from my position on the Packer side of the field to the Giant side of the field to whack that dude in the head with my monopod. He saved himself a beating by hitting the game-winner less than three mintues into the overtime. I was tasked with shooting the trophy ceremony which thankfully was held inside the Giant locker room. Unfortunately, my cameras were completely fogged up once I got inside the heat and party of the locker room. I scraped frost off of my lens and kept shooting and managed to get some nice moments.

We survived. And I really don’t think it was the worst game in terms of cold weather that I have ever worked. I can think of 3 or 4 games just within the last few years where I felt worse. My only regret is that Getty friends couldn’t have stayed over for a few days. I would have invited them over to my house, gave them a lesson on how to operate a two-stage, 7 speed snow blower, and had them take turns clearing the 7 inches of snow we got Monday off my driveway, sidewalks and patio…in 10 degree weather, with a wind chill of -14. I, of course, would have stayed by the fireplace, had a bowl of chili and drank a beer while they worked. A winter fantasy, to be sure.

“Oh ya hey dere, my beer froze, fer crimmie sakes!!!” (Photo by Jed Jacobsohn/Getty Images)

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On Thursday a British Airways 777 jet suffered difficulties when approaching Heathrow, had to land on grass 1000 feet short of the runway and by some miracle stayed in one piece. No loss of life and only minor injuries to less than 15 out of 136 passengers on board.

The flight that crashed was BA38 from Beijing. We were due to take off on BA39 later that afternoon; the same plane returning to Beijing.

There a few moments in life that make you sit back and think what might have been. This was certainly one of them.

All credit to British Airways as they found a replacement jet and we were on our way with only a four hour delay. The next week here in China will be spent in many meetings, planning our technical and photographical coverage for the Games this Summer.

Hopefully the weather will be much better come August 8th; currently it is a chilly -5.

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A special blogging post from John Wolfson - my father…

I received the call on Wednesday afternoon from my son Maxx (a field editor with Getty Images). “Dad, would you like to be a runner at the Packers game on Sunday?” Finally, after paying for college, buying cars, and raising a great kid, I was paid back in 4 quarters.

You have to understand where this was coming from. Maxx and I have been Packer fans since he was toddler. We have been traveling for years to Lambeau and other stadiums a couple of times a year to support our team and spend time together which has been difficult to do with out work schedules.

Although I have been to Lambeau numerous times, I was not prepared for the adrenaline rush when I walked out onto the field before the game. This is sacred turf to the Packer community and I felt honored to be there.

My first thought before the game was not to let Maxx and the photographers down. I was shown the way to the field thru the tunnel and up two flights of stairs, down a hall way, etc. No problem!!! Well after the first quarter, I pealed off my jacket, gloves and hat. Now keep in mind that it was snowing the whole game and the temperature was in the high 20’s. Not only was it a great experience to run the cards, but I lost 5 pounds at the same time and turned white from the snow in the process.

One of the most impressive things I learned was the hard work, dedication, professionalism and teamwork it takes to produce the photographs that Getty Images distributes.

I would like to thank Jamie, Matt, Jonathan Daniel, Maxx and Getty Images for a once in a lifetime experience.

Packers quarterback Brett Favre turns to hand the ball off in the blinding 3rd quarter snow. (Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images)

“That was awesome. I’ve been hoping for that for 17 years. I wanted to play where you couldn’t see the field and the snowplow comes out. It just kept getting worse and worse.”

—Green Bay Packer Quarterback Brett Favre on the playoff game against Seattle on January 12, 2008 at the Frozen Tundra of Lambeau Field.

Well, Brett, old boy, I’ve got 12 years on you. As my Getty compadres Jamie Squire and Matt Stockman and I were driving to Green Bay this past Saturday, it began to snow. Nothing blizzard-like, just a good sized snow shower. I mentioned to them that this was my 29th season shooting NFL football and I had never shot in a real “snow game.” Oh, I’ve had my moments in bizarre weather during my career. Heat, brutal cold, rain, sleet, light snow, you name it. I had a couple of games in the old Browns stadium in Cleveland that were messy. I was hit by a frozen dog bone in one of them and taken down by a defensive back who hit me at the knees while I was slipping on ice trying to get out of the way in another. Someone from the “Dawg Pound” also once hit a Bengals quarterback right in the back of the helmut with a frozen dog bone as he was calling the signals. In January, 1986 as the Chicago Bears were completing a whipping of the Los Angeles Rams in the NFC Championship game, it began to snow lightly and fans starting cheering…the snow.

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The NCAA football season is finally over, and it’s been a roller coaster since the start. College football is always full of unexpected upsets, last second victories and intense rivalries. The Louisiana State University tigers had their fair share of all three, but somehow managed to end up on top in the final game of the season. The game itself was exciting, but as an LSU alum, and resident of New Orleans (which is only 90 miles from the LSU campus) This one was a little more exciting.

At the end of the game, I stayed with head coach Les Miles from the time the clock stuck :00 on the Tiger’s 38-24 victory over Ohio State until he left the field. The end of the game is always a giant confusing mess, and the bigger the game, the bigger the mess. I was fortunate enough to be in the right place for the coaches meeting at mid field, as well as when the team gathered to sing the Alma Mater.

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Once the team left the field, I was fortunate enough to get permission from the athletic department to be in the LSU locker room once the game was over. This was a once in a lifetime experience. The room was packed, just me, the staff, the players and the coaches. Coach Miles recognized the players, the hard work and effort they they gave through out the year to earn them the national championship. The seniors lead the team in singing the LSU fight song, and Coach Miles lead the team in a prayer. It was really amazing, and even with the widest lens on that I own, it still wasn’t enough to capture the feel of being there. I was very lucky to be there, and thankful to the LSU athletic staff for letting me in. I hope I get to experience this again!

Being the newest member of the Getty Images staff, as if having the BCS Championship in my town wasn’t enough, this was a great weekend for me as I got to show some fellow staff members around my town that is still recovering from Hurricane Katrina. After the first night of customary trips down in the French Quarter to a great restaurant called Palace Cafe for dinner, and eventually to see the lights and sounds of Bourbon Street, where it almost seems as if nothing happened, I took everyone out on the ‘Misery Tour’ around the flooded areas of New Orleans. It’s a tour I’ve given a million times, to friends, family and reporters from all over the country, as I never left during “The Storm” working for Getty Images news as a freelancer. But this was special. For Brock Smith, Travis Lindquist and Streeter Lecka, it was also their first time in New Orleans - they never got to see it, as we say, “Pre-K.” We passed around the now empty lots where my parents and family used to live in the Lakeview area, as well as driving through mid-city and the Lower Ninth Ward. We saw waterlines from as low as 3-4 feet, to as high as 17 feet.

My parent’s house (from L-R) pre-Katrina, during the flooding, 3 months after Katrina, 2 years after Katrina

Travis Lindquist/Getty Images - Getty Images photographer Streeter Lecka looks around a house that was devestated in Hurricane Katrina.

As many times as I’ve given this tour, this was the most inquisitive group I’ve ever been with, and I tried as hard as I could to answer all the questions. We eventually stopped at a gutted out church, and stopped to take a photo of the four of us on a set of steps where a house used to be. In fact, there used to be houses and churches and stores all around, but most either floated away, or have been demolished.

Chris Graythen/Getty Images - Team Getty Images (from L-R): Streeter Lecka, Chris Graythen, Brock Smith and Travis Lindquist

I’m glad that I got to show my co-workers, and good friends that while the city is well prepared to handle tourists and put on a good show for the BCS, the NBA All-Star, the Arenabowl, and other major events, there is still a lot of work to be done, and recovery is moving forward, but is going to take a while.

So come on down, wether for a sporting event, Mardi Gras, or just to experience a little southern hospitality and some great cajun food. And let me know if you need a tour guide! Misery tour only on request.