Monday night belongs to Brett Favre. He is a dead-solid lock first-ballot Hall of Famer. Yet what we've been hearing for a year has been, "Will Favre get out of the way so that the Packers can look at Aaron Rodgers?"
Me? I don't know Aaron Rodgers from Mr. Rogers, and I don't care to look at him, as long as Favre is upright.
Prideful, defiant, singular Brett Favre has been the face of the Packers since 1992. That's 15 seasons -- or since Aaron Rodgers was seven. In that time, Favre has started 225 straight games at quarterback. Like Trent Green, quarterbacks get carted off the field every game. These guys are meat back there, and somehow Favre keeps going.
Favre playing football, Cal Ripken playing baseball, Joan Rivers on the red carpet -- there's your ironmen. Sure, Favre has lost a little off his fastball, and sure, Favre throws into double and triple coverage too often, but after playing Hamlet about retirement, Favre has finally come clean. He wants to play football no matter how lousy his team is. He wants to be out there slinging it, trying to make something big happen, raging against the dyling of the light. Good for him, good for us.
And "Monday Night Football" ... whatever-the-opposite-of-"eloquence"-is by Mr. Joe Theismann:
"And glad that we could be here."
What a moron.
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The 10 best Will Farrell skits, as determined by 80s-favorite Cracked magazine. Nature Goulet is good, but "that's why I love pornography" is my all-time favorite.
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Maybe it just seems to me that graphic design on both sides of WWII is the best graphic design of the past 100 years. I mean, look at this 40s-inspired poster for George Clooney's latest Oscar attempt -- I mean, that's just outstanding design. Maybe that's why I found this library of University of Michigan football program covers so interesting.
But I think this is my favorite:
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Norm MacDonald makes fun of "The Crocodile Hunter's" death ...
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Tiny, edible food.
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