It’s August and I can feel fall coming, which in my book means one thing – FOOTBALL SEASON! I may wear skinny jeans, band shirts, bangs and scarfs in summer. I may listen to indie radio and go to the artsy movie theatre. But come fall, I love me some football – always have, always will.
Now I know I shouldn’t talk about it because it’s so overdone, but I can’t help it – Brett Favre. Here’s the thing – I know he’s acted a fool. I know he’s been a diva. I know he’s been inconsistent. And even though I feel real sad with how he left things with Green Bay, I love him. The man loves to play, loves to win and I can accept that. If he was a terrible player or a has-been then I’d say: “get off the field!” – but he’s still got it. I do wish he’d shut up and play though. I don’t want to hear anymore news conferences or interviews or crying sessions. No more words. Throw the ball, Favre. And stop retiring.
Anyways, here’s to early morning College games, long Sundays, the Niners having a chance, mud and rain and the sound of helmets clashing, Favre shutting up, Berkeley pride and a cold, glass of beer. Let the games begin!