As in feel-ings.
I always knew Brett Favre was capable of crying. I thought it would take a Joe Theismann-like shattering of his right Tibia or a screening of My Girl to bring them about but I knew Brett Favre’s tear ducts were functional.
I did not expect to see those tears after the New Years Eve massacre against the Chicago Bears last Sunday. It’s not that I have any less respect for the man, it’s just than I did not want to worry about going into 2007 Favre-less on a night that is traditionally celebratory.
I have big plans for 2007, and a SIGNIFICANT portion of those plans revolve around me and Brett Favre winning the NFC Championship and making a bid for Super Bowl XLII. How am I supposed to accomplish this feat if Brett Favre is running around the foothills of Kiln, Mississippi instead of around the Detroit defense, hitting Donald Driver for a quick TD in the corner end zone?
Save those tears for when you ACTUALLY retire, Brett Favre. In 2012. I know I’ll be crying along with you.
… as well as pretty much every male born in Wisconsin between 1925 and 1986.
Bears fans also had a reason to cry on Sunday. It's not everyday your quarterback throws more interceptions than completions against one of the worst pass defenses in the NFL. Sorry, Chicago, but Sexy Rexy is not going to bring you a title this year.
3 comments:
I heard that when the tears fell to the ground, steel beams sprouted up in their place.
Well I heard that his tears melted through the crust of the earth, like Alien blood. Awesome...
I think both answers are correct.
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