I have been a Green Bay Packer fan since I took my first breath. On Sundays when I was young (before we moved to Minnesota when I was nine) it seemed as though there were always piles of family members gathering at our house to watch the games. It wasn't about winning. Hell, this was the 1980s. Did the Packers win anygames in the 80s? But it was about being with the whole family and having fun.
When I was a touch older I decided that I really wanted to start to understand the rules instead of just blindly cheering for the green and gold. I remember concentrating very hard, trying to understand all the different penalties. Periodically I would ask my dad for clarification on important parts of the game.
"So...when they throw the yellow flag, that is against the Packers, right?"
Time passed and Brett Favre came and joined the team and the Packers enjoyed some pretty spectacular success. Brett was never my favorite player (I'm a sucker for the running backs), but of course I enjoyed the success he brought with him. In our family it was often said that he was an idiot and a fucking hillbilly...but he was our idiot and our fucking hillbilly.
Time continued to march on by and 283,982,981 publicity stunts "retirements" later, I have to say I am beyond sick of him. There are few things in this world that I love to hate more than the Minnesota Vikings, and him going to play there has moved me straight passed the ugly temper-tantrum emotions (I am very attached to my football) and straight to a combination of eye-rolling and determination to squash him like a bug beat the Vikings into the ground in both games this year.
Me, bitter? I do not know what you are talking about.
All of this is a long-winded way to go about posting this, which my dad sent to me this morning.
Bring it, Brett. We're ready for you.
