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My favorite football player, Brett Favre, failed to start a football game tonight for the first time in 18 years. On September 20, 1992, Favre entered for the Green Bay Packers at quarterback for an injured Don Majkowski, and started every NFL game since until tonight. A record 297-game streak for non-kickers. Favre is not only in the conversation for the greatest quarterbacks ever, the streak is comparable, and in many ways superior, to Cal Ripken's consecutive starts streak in baseball, which, if memory serves, stands at 2632 games. I would barely care about football if not for Brett Favre. He's one of a very few that I have to watch, just to see what will happen. Even when he fails, it's ridiculously exciting. When he was in his prime as the 3-time consecutive MVP in the mid-to-late '90s, I hated him, in a manner of speaking. The Packers walked around with a swagger, led by General Favre. And then Green Bay faced my favorite team, the St. Louis Rams, in the 2001 play

Viruses destroyed my computer, so I was gone for a time, but we're back now. Anyway, I had the occasion to be a little sad, maybe a bit selfish yesterday because a woman that I've had some affections for got engaged. [You're in love with everyone.--ed.] Fair enough. But it brought to mind a pop-country song called, "Just To See You Smile." Consider these words: Just to see you smile I'd do anything That you wanted me to When all is said and done I'd never count the cost It's worth all that's lost Just to see you smile. And yesterday I knew just what you wanted When you came walkin' up to me with him So I told you that I was happy for you And given the chance, I'd lie again. [Me talking] I felt that sting a bit, but I reflected on it a bit longer, and I realized, by God's grace, that I didn't have to lie. Even if it never arose because I wanted her to be happy, (which I do) I could still be happy because God is about to show his lov