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(Yes, I know how you feel and weed is great for nausea, pass it on). And for my trouble, I got to hear my 1 Big Daddy Brett Favre telling me how entirely unimportant all the hoopla surrounding him is, and he right. I don think I even mad, that laconic drawl of his makes it all so blase. He basically said his past achievements and record breakers will always be just that, that it only football, that it would be a good fit for both his skills and his goals (to play in MN), that time heals all that if Vince Lombardi did it, so can he. (Hello ballsy!)
And really, who can fuckin argue with that? Playing for the Queens will give Favre the one thing he never had, an all star running back and a dominant defense at the same time.
But still, it doesn feel right and it makes me sad. There are not many things I can find a way to handle, but watching my Big Daddy play in a purple jersey is one of them. Le sigh. Go, Joe! No really, Joe, GO.
The only entertaining part of the show came after 48mins when Artie Lang starts swearing for the fuck of it and Joe launches daggers at him from his fivehead and announces that his first show has been ruined. sir don smoke that! And then there was a hug? Followed by the douchiest teenage snapshot ever and finally, a closing of Joe puking up words that make you want to pound his balls like they do to Bond at the end of Casino Royale. So yeah, you didn miss anything.
Yes! As a St. Louisan who hates most things, excepting the St. Louis Cardinals and the great Jack Buck, I have hated the Buck offspring for years (Julie I hated your morning show for years and cursed the fact that I ever had to listen to your stupid channel for traffic reports! And Joe you are not your father or, even, Mike Shannon. I like Al Hrbosky more than you and I hate him!). I have hated the fake Buck offspring for years (Dan Buck I talking to you!). I hate their restaurant (They put a great and quiet bar with a fabulous happy hour out!). Oh that felt good. I can wait for him to get cancelled!
The Buck are local royalty. Like being Harry Carey son in Chicago. Fox actually gave Joe a huge job as a sports broadcaster. They all have media jobs and restaurants. You cannot escape them and none of them hold a candle to their late father one of the greatest sportscasters of all time in a life or death sports town. Dude, Bob Costas lived here for years and he didn get as much play as the Buck
Just seeing someone else hated Joe Buck on a blog I lurk I just couldn hold back! Made me very happy. Thank you!
I can hate on Brett because I heard the longing in quarterbacks like Dan Marino who actually left before they wanted to and they said you miss it more than Billy Turner Jersey you know when it gone, so play for as long as you can. It not he making a fool of himself yet (in terms of ability, not this other crap). His last year in Green Bay was great and even the Jets won more than they lost. If the problem with his shoulder was actually responsible for his diminished capacity he may be capable of a Kurt Warner like resurgence.
Sorry I late posting but I literally had to take this long to process this blatant insult. What. The. FUCK, BRETT!!!
Now, having family that plays in the NFL, I seen what happens to these guys when they retire too soon. They have difficulty inserting themselves into their wives and families lives. They have never had many hobbies, interests or pursuits outside of football. And the wives: you been raising the kids basically by yourself fine, and all of a sudden here this OTHER person home all day who doesn know where the lightbulbs are. It not a smooth transition.
HOWEVER, this is a HUGE fucking insult. I HATE Tom Brady with a PASSION, but Brett now a close second. And this is coming from someone who met the man and heard nothing but good things from his teammates.
Word on the grapevine is that Brett has been at odds with GB for a few years because they were looking to him to mentor his backups, and the diva wants to be the only star. Asshole.