They say that cheese is milk's leap towards immortality. What that tells us about the cheese bra, I do not know. I don't really know how to unpack this, but considering it exists at the intersection of food and sports, I feel a duty to share it. If this Packers fan has young children, I hope they have a psychiatrist on retainer. The cheese bra can be yours for a nickel shy of thirty dollars, plus shipping and handling. Just the thing to wear to a viewing of a painstakingly restored VHS of SB XXXI highlights, I bet. How fortunate New Englanders are to live in a land where the cheese is good enough to eat, rather than fit only for novelty purposes. You could even say that New England cheeses are fit for champions. As an artifact, the cheese bra seems innately tied to the Frozen Tundra, betraying as it does a very architectural notion of the foundation garment. In Miami, I bet this would be 1 Kraft single cut into 2 triangles, and connected with string cheese. Curiously enough, the image reached me by way of a short film by Fiona Maazel, former managing editor of the Paris Review. "Film" might be stretching it, but imagine if Gorey had lived to see Power Point, and he was compelled to make a presentation about cheese.