When you have nothing of your own, it means you are a fan of your rival. The act is an admission of defeat. You have been humiliated, beaten, and rendered to the sidelines, and all you can do is watch and hope that the team you hate will join you so that you can pretend it is the same. Fans that know true victors don't have to worry about such desperate aims.
I don't care.
I will be dining out for weeks on the Packers and Rodgers coughed up the world's largest frozen hairball last night. Three Packers fans were sitting in a row at the bar after the game. I snorted the air around them. It is impossible for a country to produce a high like that. German has a word for that.
They know it is over. Now that Rodgers has pulled out every card, used every I'm-the-smartest-guy-in-the-room- because-I-say-so angle, used every avenue to complain, and then came up short against Jimmy Fuck Garoppolo and his 5
He won't be able to mock his coach on a national game show. Fans in Wisconsin will not be forgiven, at least for seven minutes. Maybe the Packers won't feel like posing for months again to cater to whatever Rodgers decides is his latest stroke of brilliance. Maybe they just want to leave it all behind, like they did with the constant drama queen act about whether he would retire or not. Even though the player is great, patience for bullshit runs out in sports when they are pushing 40 and have specialized most in January.
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It is another thing for the Packers. I find myself circling back to Bill Simmons again, which makes me make a sort of gurgling/belching noise combination. He was correct when he was correct. It goes back to the 2008 NFC Championship game, when Packers followers couldn't wait to tell us how the sub-zero temperatures were tailor made forBrett Favre. At 38. Simmons pointed out what it was like to be 38 and wake up on a day where the temperature gets fucked.
They did it again last night. This is made for us. No one can play in the cold like SALVAGEDATA SALVAGEDATA SALVAGEDATA SALVAGEDATA SALVAGEDATA SALVAGEDATA SALVAGEDATA SALVAGEDATA SALVAGEDATA SALVAGEDATA. He is 38 as well. Remember the patented move where Rodgers slithers out of the pocket to his right, the play seemingly lasts 37 minutes, and then he just hits some receiver 25 yards downfield that you swore came in from the sidelines? He kept trying that. Sometimes he couldn't get outside. He was caught from behind. Maybe those joints don't work as well in January. It's just a thought.
Rodgers will find someone else to blame. The coach, the GM, and the special teams are all present. He was in the postgame presser last night. The team was tailored to his exact specifications, which they did this year, bringing back Randall Cobb who had as many catches as you did last night. About eight seconds after he said it wouldn't be fair to address anything like that, he said he didn't want to be part of a rebuild. It wasn't fair to anyone, but it was fair to Rodgers, which is all he cared about.
It is wonderful. Rodgers felt like he could get away with anything because the Packers gave in to him after he held them hostage. Couldn't resist revealing what was important to him. Couldn't believe that he wasn't worshiped for anything he said or did after the entire city embraced him. Couldn't believe that people would think that he lied to the fans and the team because he was sure he knew better. Alex Rodriguez and Joe Rogan were in the crowd last night. Whenever there is an outcry about their brain dead offerings, they are utterly flummoxed. It landed him on his ass. This time it was against a team that didn't have an offense.
He will go to Denver soon. Packers fans will tell themselves they are better off when the Packers start over. It will be quieter, which is what Sconies prefer. They will wonder how they managed only one Super Bowl with Rodgers. No one told you it wasn't his fault. It was always someone else's. What is the constant thread the past decade? The coaches change. The players change. The losses at the biggest moment don't.