As you can probably tell seeing that my last blog entry was July 21st, I haven't had much time to blog lately. Not that I haven't had anything to say...there's always tons I could write about. Time is just getting away from me. Truth be told, I miss blogging. It gives me an outlet for my thoughts that my husband just doesn't want to hear about.
If anything will prompt me to sign on, I wish it wasn't that Brett Favre is a big, whiny, spoiled brat. Unfortunately, this is the case. Today we found out that only about 3 weeks after deciding to stay retired (again), he has instead decided to fuck us Packer fans up the ass and sign with Minnesota. I mean really, what is he accomplishing by doing so? Tarnishing his image? Check. Screwing us fans? Check. Making himself look like an asshole? Check. Wanting me to put every single piece of Favre memorabilia Joe owns on Craig's List so I can buy some new handbags? Check check check.
I married a very stubborn man and he will attest, until the day he dies, that the Packers screwed Favre. Never mind the fact that they are a BUSINESS. Favre's wishy, washy ways backed them into a corner. How long can they wait around for the prima donna to decide if he wants to play or retire (Joe: "Until he's damn good and ready.)? Yes, his track record with the team was stellar, in most respects, and it was a great partnership. But let's get real here...Favre was not the Packers. They are a team. And until he buys a team, he doesn't hold the right to call the shots. Agree or disagree with how shit went down, this fact cannot be disputed. (Joe: "Yes it can.")
Our marriage is solid and we find common ground on a lot of things by talking through them (Joe: "Yes Dear.") This is one thing we cannot get past. I think Favre has become a self-absorbed media whore. Joe thinks he is a victim. Call me nuts, but if I lived years in the spotlight and was loved and adored by fans worldwide, respected by coaches and other players nationwide, I'd retire, no matter what the circumstances are and relish in that glory. I'd buy a condo in Jamaica (on a all-inclusive resort of course) and sip on tropical drinks all day long. I would not do everything in my power to erase those warm fuzzies and screw the very people who elevated me to super-hero status. Way to screw us all, Favre (Joe: "He's not doing it to screw the fans. He's just bitter." Yes, that makes it better...).
Sigh. You look shitty in purple anyways.
