Damn it. Farve's gonna retire now. I can feel it.
My beloved Green Bay Packers fired their coach Mike Sherman (which was a good idea...just not right now).
Now Farve's not gonna wanna stay. WTF?!@ He's not gonna wanna stick around another year and learn a whole new fucking offence and play book for what? 2 maybe 3 years of salvageable career before he finally explodes. Let's be honest, Favre's not the brightest chicken in the shed, but at least he knows how to make shit happen, which is more than I can say for Aaron Rodgers. (Pift, I was hoping the next Packer QB to wear number #12 was gonna be me *tee-hee*).
I tell you, the Packers never should have started to impliment the shotgun offence. Farve is only effective when he has at least 2 running backs behind him (one needing to be William Henderson) B.) Starts the play under center Frank Winters (Why do you think he always yells "Blue-52" at the line of scrimmage? He's calling out for #52 Frank Winter's BLUE balls. Why else would a center be nick-named "Bag o' Donuts") and C.) And slightly junked up on a few Vikes (Fuck John Randal, i'm talking about Favre's "Dandy Candy" Vicodin).
Now I'm not calling our beloved #4 a Homosexual Co-dependant Pill-Poppin' Cherry Picker in the least. He just not as confident as he should be. When I could get my hands on a pile of Vicodin, I used to think I WAS BRETT FAVRE. Imagine what he felt like.
The Running backs? He needs someone to cover what slips thru the line, or run a bootleg, or a flat out wide left. That's just common football sence. (Unless you're in the case of the 1997 Minnesota Vikings and have 3 amazing wide recivers and a recycled 1980's Eagles hype Randall Cunningham. Now look at the Vikings. Piles of shit that finally got their act together by RE-HIREING the quarterback they benched in FAVOR of Randall Cunningham 7 years ago, but I digress).
Favre can make shit happen. That's all I can say. And we're gonna be fucked now.
As far as the Blue 52 thing, that's the only logical explaination I can give is that Frank Winter's balls were in charge of the Packers 1 1/2" Superbowl Dynasty.
Well, God Bless Brett Favre.
Now Farve's not gonna wanna stay. WTF?!@ He's not gonna wanna stick around another year and learn a whole new fucking offence and play book for what? 2 maybe 3 years of salvageable career before he finally explodes. Let's be honest, Favre's not the brightest chicken in the shed, but at least he knows how to make shit happen, which is more than I can say for Aaron Rodgers. (Pift, I was hoping the next Packer QB to wear number #12 was gonna be me *tee-hee*).
I tell you, the Packers never should have started to impliment the shotgun offence. Farve is only effective when he has at least 2 running backs behind him (one needing to be William Henderson) B.) Starts the play under center Frank Winters (Why do you think he always yells "Blue-52" at the line of scrimmage? He's calling out for #52 Frank Winter's BLUE balls. Why else would a center be nick-named "Bag o' Donuts") and C.) And slightly junked up on a few Vikes (Fuck John Randal, i'm talking about Favre's "Dandy Candy" Vicodin).
Now I'm not calling our beloved #4 a Homosexual Co-dependant Pill-Poppin' Cherry Picker in the least. He just not as confident as he should be. When I could get my hands on a pile of Vicodin, I used to think I WAS BRETT FAVRE. Imagine what he felt like.
The Running backs? He needs someone to cover what slips thru the line, or run a bootleg, or a flat out wide left. That's just common football sence. (Unless you're in the case of the 1997 Minnesota Vikings and have 3 amazing wide recivers and a recycled 1980's Eagles hype Randall Cunningham. Now look at the Vikings. Piles of shit that finally got their act together by RE-HIREING the quarterback they benched in FAVOR of Randall Cunningham 7 years ago, but I digress).
Favre can make shit happen. That's all I can say. And we're gonna be fucked now.
As far as the Blue 52 thing, that's the only logical explaination I can give is that Frank Winter's balls were in charge of the Packers 1 1/2" Superbowl Dynasty.
Well, God Bless Brett Favre.