All Hail the Favre.

On a bitterly cold January night we went to a surprise birthday party for our friend Trevor. As we were walking out the door we came across a shrine to the Wisconsin demi-God, Brett Favre. The reason I prefix his title with demi is that he recently made a severe error that condescended him to near-mortal status...he retired. But don't worry, he has made the statement that if the Packers ever found themselves in a state of emergency and was asked back, and he happened to be in shape, it would be "an offer too good to pass up". I've made a similar statement, but without the in-shape clause. Aaron Rodgers should probably consider hiring about 80 body guards. Seriously though, to a non-football freak, the admiration of Brett Favre is rediculous, especially when they interrupt prime time television programming to announce that his elbow is feeling slightly better. And he's not even from Wisconsin! He's a pedigree Mississippian who moved back South the moment he retired, somehow avoiding injury from slipping on the tears of thousands of overweight 40 year-old goateed men. Go Pack Go!!