You don't need to apologize to me, Packers fans who bitched and bitched about how they never should have let Favre go. You need to apologize to Aaron Rodgers.
You'll excuse me if I feel a little bit smug at the moment for having been on Team Aaron Rodgers Is My Quarterback from the moment Brett Favre retired from the Packers. I knew he'd leave if we took Brett back and I knew this one we wanted to hang onto.
Mostly, I'm just very happy for Aaron Rodgers for getting that particular monkey off his back. Now he and Favre have the same number of Superbowl rings. And he has a Superbowl MVP Award, a shiny new convertible and a trip to Disney World. Plus he can probably get chicks without sending them photos of his junk. (I'm just guessing on that one.)
I'm pretty happy for the rest of the Packers and all of us fans too. It's our fourth Superbowl win and thirteenth NFL championship, counting the ones before they called it the Superbowl. I say "our" in part because I played a role in helping us win this one. No, really! I did!
The Packers were winning pretty decisively throughout most of the first half. Then came the third quarter, during which the Packers stopped looking so good. Then I had a piece of cake and they rallied.
And I realized the cake had cream cheese frosting. Throughout the first half, I'd been snacking on cheese in various forms (cheese and crackers, cheesy buffalo chicken dip, herb cheese poppers) and the Packers had been winning. Then I stopped eating cheese and they started losing their lead. Then I ate more cheese and they scored again.
"I'm going to have another piece of cake," I said. "FOR THE GOOD OF THE TEAM."
I urged the other girls to eat more cheese as well. They were willing to cooperate with that suggestion. And that is how we helped the Packers win the Superbowl. You're welcome, Wisconsin.
And thank you, Aaron Rodgers, for putting up with us. I'm sure those apology letters will start arriving any day now.