It’s weird that you mention Brett Favre, stranger, because I was just hanging out with him and there is a perfectly good explanation for his erratic behavior.
Our story takes place last Tuesday, once again in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. Brett Favre was indeed celebrating the high school graduation of his eldest daughter Brittany. If you could call it a graduation party; it was really just a bunch of folding chairs set up in his garage and Brett Favre’s hunting buddies passing around a bottle of Kessler while Brett Favre spun tales of Packer yore.
He called it a “pre” graduation party but I knew he was just looking for an another excuse to tell us the time he crushed the defending AFC championship Raiders with 399 passing yards and four touchdowns on Monday Night Football in December of 2003. Christmas really did come early that year.
As I sat there entranced with Brett Favre’s epic battle, I glanced over my right shoulder, to see Brittany yawning and tapping her fingernails impatiently on a card table by herself. I decided I would go over and cheer her up.
“Hey, you look visibly bored,” I said to her.
“Yeah, sometimes I get a little annoyed with my Dad, he never pays attention to me,” she pouted.
“Sure Brett Favre does,” I said, but as I was trying to console her I could see Brett Favre was in his own world, still entertaining his friends. I could tell the story was getting good. Even though I couldn’t hear what Brett Favre was saying, I saw him dropping back to pass, then making a throwing motion, followed by wild cheers and everyone giving each other high-fives. It looked like a lot of fun.
“Look, if you ever need anyone to talk to, you can always facebook me or something, I’ll probably get back to you within a few days,” I said in my most compassionate tone of voice, even though I was longingly reaching out to be part of the party again.
Then things got strange. Brittany gave me this huge hug. I hugged her back but she wouldn’t let go. I looked around for help but then something even stranger happened. Instead of seeing Brett Favre go through the motions of another immaculate touchdown, all his buddies disappeared and he was just standing there side-by-side with Deanna Favre. They both smiled at us, then they gave each other this look that said, yep, our work here is done, then Brett Favre put his arm around Deanna and they sauntered off into the house together.
Apparently the “pre” graduation party had just been an elaborate ruse to set me up with his daughter. Brett Favre was then planning us a possum hunting trip for Friday and Saturday, kind of a father/future son-in-law bonding adventure, which was the real reason he wanted to skip mini-camp last weekend.
I told Brett Favre that I was very flattered but I think missing mini camp would send a bad first impression to the new rookies on the team. I also told him we should get Brittany though college first before we made any major commitments towards creating an heir to the Wollin/Favre NFL dynasty.
Brett Favre was disappointed, but ultimately knew in his heart that I was right and there would always be possum to hunt with me in his vast acreage of land but the time for him winning another Super Bowl in Green Bay was limited to the next four or five years.
You know the rest of the story. Brett Favre eventually made it to the first mini-camp and everything went swimmingly. So that is what all this controversy has really been about.
That, AND because Brett Favre really wanted the Packers to sign Randy Moss so he would have some decent receivers to work with this season but Management really screwed him over even though he was willing to give up part of his salary to do so. His frustration and disillusionment with the Packers organization had a MINOR role in the controversy, but I like said, it’s mostly all the stuff I said earlier.
A picture of Peyton Manning, upon receiving word that I would NOT be attending his annual barbeque before the Colts mini-camp last weekend.
26 comments:
You are THEE biggest nerd, I swear to God...
Stupid Peyton Manning with his stupid big head... That'll show him for inviting you to a barbaque! Next time you should go just so you can stick your dick in the potato salad.
Exactly what I was hoping for.
And it's the MASHED potatoes, Joe. Not the salad. Don't be messing up your somewhat-but-not-really obscure Beastie Boys references. You suck.
I see why you were having trouble blogging last night. Its hard to make up complete fantasy.
Monarch
I know the reference, dick. Who the F serves mashed potatos at a barbaque, though? Only morons - like you.
Probably people who don't know how to spell "barbeque."
Actually, my apologies. Quite clever of you.
You still suck though.
Only dorks with useless English degrees call someone out for spelling bar b que (also an exceptable spelling) wrong.
That's right - your attempt at anonymity is has proved futile.
I believe what you were going for was "acceptable."
Looser. Go level up your warlock In WOW. Isn't that the new craze with you geeks?
That game is so last year. Anyone with an intelligence of 5 would know that.
Alright "anonymous", I concede. I was wrong to insult scholars of English. You have proven that your years of study have clearly endowed you with a mastery of the written word that I could never hope to exceed.
However, one with such obvious affinity for the paper and die should be careful in hurling insults regarding gaming...
Also, I have never in my entire life been "loose". I may be a loser, but I have never, ever, been a "looser".
Mr. Wollin,
It has come to my attention that a number of my employees are spending a great deal of time reading and commenting on you blog.
This is unnacceptable. My employees are too valuable to be wasting time on fun and frivolity. Except for Tim Mosleth. I don't care what he does.
If your next post is not health care related in some way I will be forced to block this website from our servers, thus costing you a large portion of your audience.
The choice is yours.
Judy Faulkner
Is this Ben's blog, or Joe's?
I have to question the validity of this tale Ben. For one, I don't think we are entirely convinced that you like girls. And two, if Bret Favre knows you as well as you say he does, then he knows that instead of throwing touchdowns, the only thing you would pass on to his grandson would be an aptitude for smiley faces in text messages
Well, it WAS my blog but if the CEO of Epic wants more health care software related blog topics, then by golly, I'm going to deliver that content.
And YES, I like girls, they just annoy me sometimes.
And NO, I don't think Brett Favre is worried about passing on my affinity for smiley faces while texting because I sincerely doubt Brett Favre even knows HOW to text let alone know any kind of texting protocol to be worried about.
Trust me, if Brett Favre wanted to get your attention, he wouldn't use a cell phone at all, he would just rifle a football at your melon.
That's a nationwide plan, too.
Tom is way more polite when text messaging. Brett never uses smiley faces, Tom uses them all the time.
That's cause Tom Brady is a sissy girl, and Brett Favre is all man.
:-(
Poor Tom Brady. When the measuring stick is Brett Favre, how can anyone hold up?
Ben likes to hold Brett's 'Measuring Stick'
SNAP
Alex is a fuck
If what I hear is true, there bettter be some pictures posted of Joe in his kickball shorts.
Go Bayside
Alex is a huge fuck
My short shorts got vetoed by soem of my team mates before the game, so no pictures exist. However, now that there has been a request maybe they will make an appearnace for a game...
Joe wears short shorts.
Joe,
Are they this short?
They aren't ridiculously short - I just have fat, pasty white legs so they look funny.
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