My Official Green Bay Packer Blog

“You’re out there, Maverick, going Mach 2 with your hair on fire, but you’re always flying like you’re second best.”

Or something like that. I think I just blended a Jester quote with a Charlie quote, but hey. How much do you pay to read this blog? Right. Nothing. Lower your expectations, already.

In Top Gun, Tom Cruise’s character when in flight was always chasing the ghost of his father, Maverick Sr. Trying to follow the legend. The best fighter pilot ever. Or so said Tom Skerritt’s character.

And right here in Colloquial, USA, we’ve seen the final credits roll on Top Gun 2. Not Hot Shots! the crappy parody (though the atmosphere in Titletown has certainly been parody-like). I mean the sequel. Top Gun II. But this time the old man is kicked out of the Navy for being a douchebag, he joins up with the Air Force just to piss off the Navy, and then there’s a huge fucking civil war, and it ends with the douchebag old man sitting in his crashed, un-ejected cockpit, sobbing as the flames engulf him, and as the camera angle gets wide, there’s a young, blue-eyed pilot for the Good Guys looking skyward into the distance, hands on hips.

I think.

Or how about this.

Aaron Rodgers has the impossible task of following a legend. Only one time in the history or history has another quarterback done it. And he’s in the Hall of Fame, too. So far? Serving as starter for the NFC in the Pro Bowl (yadda-yadda, I know, Drew Breeze. Superbowl. Brett Favre. Injury. But you know this, too: Pro Bowl. Starter)? Pretty damn good start, following the legend. I’d tell you I watched the game, but to quote the worst fight song writer on the planet, I was getting to this thing called life. Watch the Pro Bowl? Right after I shave my nut sack and empty the crap from the bottom of the silverware drawer. How does all that stuff get IN there, anyway?!

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I shouldn’t be telling you this.

I mean seriously, I shouldn’t.

Through some completely unrelated business travels and serendipity up the wazoo, I got to see an email. From someone inside the Packer organization. Someone everybody probably knows, but because of the situation I’m in that lead to this discovery, it’s someone that NO WAY IN HELL I mention his name. Because it’ll get back to him. And then the source.

And then me? Pretty much fucked. On many fronts.

So for now, let’s just say there were at least a few people in the Packer camp that were happy to see Favre fall short.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

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The last two weeks in Wisconsin you couldn’t go anywhere without Favre debates sparking up like brush fires in a lightning storm.

I was at the local Office Depot. Or Office Max. Whichever. Doesn’t matter.

Clerk: So, you saw the game?

Me: (slightly irritated, wanting to buy a $10 CF card reader and get the hell out) Yup.

Clerk: Who were you pulling for?

Me: Seriously? The Saints.

Clerk: Really? I was pullin’ for the old man. I mean …(insert fellating drone about how wonderful the swashbuckler from Mississippi was and that if this guy wasn’t straight he’d totally do Favre)…. I mean, Packer fans can’t really forget about the 16 years years he gave us, can they?

Me: Uh, yeah. I think they can. Seems he forgot about those 16 years pretty quick.

Clerk: (Shakes head) To each their own, I guess.

Me: Yup. Go Saints.

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