Well, I haven't blogged in forever. I was once again sick. I'm really not a big fan of that. Anyway, can I talk about my growing emotional attachment to the Green Bay Packers? I watched the December 22 game against the Raiders, the night after legendary Packers quarterback Brett Favre lost his father. They called it the game of his life. No kidding: 22-30, 399 yards, 4 TDs (yes, four) no interceptions. He threw the ball to people that had three defenders on them. They still caught the passes. He tossed them up without looking. Didn't matter. The Raiders were up against a grieving legend, and they knew it was hopeless. Some people say God directed those footballs. On that, I have no opinion. I do know that I've never seen anything so ridiculously great as that game.
That's why it was so sad when Favre threw the interception in overtime against the Eagles in the divisional playoff last Saturday. The "team of destiny" was finished. I've been brooding about this for a week. In some sense it's just a football game. But in another, I understand and sympathize with every man and woman who put their collective sports hearts on the line for the Packers and #4. I hear some people say that they don't like Favre, but that's something you don't admit in polite society. "Are you crazy?" I say.
That's why it was so sad when Favre threw the interception in overtime against the Eagles in the divisional playoff last Saturday. The "team of destiny" was finished. I've been brooding about this for a week. In some sense it's just a football game. But in another, I understand and sympathize with every man and woman who put their collective sports hearts on the line for the Packers and #4. I hear some people say that they don't like Favre, but that's something you don't admit in polite society. "Are you crazy?" I say.
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