My Official Green Bay Packers blog

That’s right, readers of this frequently loved but oft-maligned Green Bay Packers blog. You can win yourself your very own Brett Favre replica jersey made by Reebok.

Even better? You get to choose whether it’s a Packer jersey or a Jets jersey. If you want to remember past Sundays of glory, choose the Packer jersey. If you’re a Favre fan 4ever, no matter where he goes, get his name and number on a Jets jersey. Click the links to see each jersey.

Am I pulling cash from my own pocket to bankroll this contest? Surely, you must be kidding. All of this is being made possible by the coolest sports memorabilia people on the planet, SportsMemorabilia.com. If you’re looking for helmets, unis or pictures, either autographed by the athlete or ready to wear (not the pictures, dummy), Sports Memorabilia should be your first stop. Great for gifts, too. Or contests.

Speaking of contests, here’s the rules:

The contest will go on for as long as I deem it necessary, but I want to wrap this up in two weeks or less. So plan on having at least a week to enter, but after that you risk missing my arbitrary deadline.

How do you enter?

Simple. Just comment on this blog entry as to what you think went down to precipitate Favre’s trade to the Jets. But here’s the catch - it has to be interesting. Regurgitate the same tired blah-blah as seen in the 1,302 articles on Favre on ESPN.com and I’ll flush your entry like my morning bowel movement. There’s no min or max word count - just make it creative.

OR

If you are a woman reading this blog and you can’t quite come up with an original spin on the Favre trade, just snap an interesting photo of yourself showing Packer spirit and email it to me at Jeff [at] Green-Bay-Packer.com. Or better yet, write an interesting take AND send a picture with it. Since this is a site visited mainly by men, you can probably figure that the more the photo appeals to men, the better the chances of winning. If you don’t quite get what I’m angling at there, don’t bother entering.

Oh, and this photo rule also applies for uncreative guys who happen to have hot girlfriends or wives. In a nutshell, a comment that makes me laugh coupled with a photo of a female Packer fan that will make other male Packer fans jealous of your life will pretty much win you the jersey.

It is possible to win either by text alone or photo alone. Having both just improves the odds (unless you’re uninteresting AND ugly).

And please, please, please! All photos must be of women who are at least 18 (I’m not expecting nudity here, but I guess I can never be sure what I’m going to get, so I figured I’d better spell out the age thing, just in case). If I’m not sure, I may ask you to prove it. I get myself into enough trouble without having to worry about that. And the person in the picture must be aware of this contest and it’s rules.

The fine print: All entries, textual or graphic, become my property when you send them over, and your entry grants me expressed permission to use your photo and/or written text to promote the site in any manner I want. This will probably mean little more than having a page on the site dedicated to the entries, but if Deadspin comes calling with a big check, I may just give it all up.

So let’s have it, Packer Backers.

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You can find part 2 of Quarterback Autopsy here and part 1 here.

If you read this blog regularly (hello there!), you know I’ve not been kind in my opinion of Brett Favre’s moves off the field that when paired with McCarthy and Thompson, led to the grotesquity, vulgarishness, and general bombasticity that is the new quarterback corps for the New York Jets. And frankly, just about every vein of interesting content has been hit enough times to collapse even the arterial system of Nikki Six.

But like any good junkie, I’ve found a few more veins to puncture. I’ll give you these few thoughts, then I’m entering Brett Favre rehab. No intervention needed. I swear it’s going to work this time. So here we go.

How long do you have to have your butt cheeks glazed in chapstick before you come to expect a weekly waxing? When Holmgren was coach, if Favre made a bad read, bad throw, ran past the line of scrimmage and then threw the ball (how many times did that happen in the early years?) or anything else that resulted in a change of possession, you knew Favre was going to be going grill-to-grill with Holmgren while the coach made things a little more clear. But not with Sherman. For the six years Mike Sherman was coach (2000-2005 seasons), I think Brett probably walked around with ass cheeks at high sheen and farts that smelled like strawberries, thanks to Mike Sherman’s approach to coaching him. I’m not sure I ever saw him criticize Favre on the sidelines. Either Sherman was afraid to wrangle ownership of the play of Favre away from the 3-time MVP, or he had so much respect for him that he didn’t feel right being his coach. Like coaching Bruce Lee in Kung Fu. Sherman gushed over Favre. Gave Favre game balls. Turned away like a woman who knows her husband’s screwing the babysitter when Favre threw interceptions. Just too painful to face the facts, I suppose.

So when the new regime came to town, of course Brett didn’t like it. Gone were the Fatheads of Brett Favre from the head coach’s office walls. His butt cheeks were now chafing with frightening regularity. Brett was going to be 1 of 53 again, and he didn’t like it.

And I’ve already expressed my opinion about Favre taking advice from too many women. If the decisions you make about your football career are based primarily on the opinions of people that have never played a down of football and also wear vaginas, you need to get yourself a new set of consultants.

Doing Greta was a huge mistake (no matter how you slice that statement, you know I’m right). Not that it impacted the final outcome, but it did change a lot of opinions of Packer fans, mainly for the worse. The scattershot logic and me-centric explanations made Favre sound like a southern Michelle Wie.

And contrary to the drive-by commenters from a few weeks ago, I don’t hate Favre. I still like him, and I wish him success in New York. I’m willing to bet a fair amount of fans in Wisconsin feel the same way, and that train cars of Jets swag ends up in Wisconsin this year, just because people still love to watch him play. But just like I can’t wear my WWMGD bracelet anymore, I can’t hold Favre in the same regard that I did before this mess. He’s just not who I thought he was. And I can’t let him off the hook for it.

That should about do it for the Brett Favre talk. Oh, except for the Win a Brett Favre Jersey contest I’ll be announcing in the next day or two. No chit.

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After preseason game #2 against the Forty-Niners, McCarthy was talking about focus, and how Aaron Rodgers needed it. He probably used the word focus as many times last week as he did “Quarter Pounder” or “Large Fries”. So yeah, you could say “focus” was a pretty big part of McCarthy’s lexicon.

And just like a George Bush Cabinet, Rodgers was parroting the company line by postgame. Must’ve worked. Rodgers looked more confident in the pocket, dodged a sack or two, showed speed that Favre may never have possessed, and completed 18 of 22 for just under two large in passing, including a score to former Olympic hopeful Donald Driver.

And the running game was spectacular. That is if you were a Denver fan. Their first, second and third stringers each broke free for a run of at least 15 yards last night, and their total ground game amassed more than 130 yards. Um, Isn’t the defense supposed to be carrying the team this year? Ok, ok. True that they’re trying lots of unprovens on defense, and that may be the reason Denver’s run game mirrored mine when I’m rockin’ the Nerf in the family room, shaking off rabid resident defenders aged one and three. I’m a freakin’ machine, really - 40 yards per carry on average.

Though they deserve some credit, because Denver was set to lock up the win until Jason Hunter smashed Patrick Ramsey in the mouth as he was delivering a throw, ultimately ending with the Packers getting possession and later scoring on a short run by Kregg Lumpkin. After the game, Lumpkin explained that the toughness he showed on the field was a product of having to survive his childhood with the name Lumpkin. Cleveland Steamroller agreed.

The Packers have their final dress rehearsal Thursday night at Lambeau against the Tennessee Titans.

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