Oh Brett

Throughout my mostly sleepless night I knew exactly how I was going to write this blog. I had so much to say. I did, after all, have two very symbolic (albeit short) dreams. The first involved a large snake, which in dreams according to hippies** everywhere, signifies deception. I feel deceived by this whole sorry affair and the way the Packers organization dumped Brett like a hot potato. The second involved the contents of my wallet being stolen, the wallet being the Green Bay Packers and the contents, “the heart” if you will, being Brett Favre.

I’m surprised by how hard I have taken Brett’s retirement, and how saddened I’ve become by the subsequent fall out of his return. I guess you don’t know how much you really love something until it’s gone. And like a lover who has been replaced by a recovering crack addict with four kids by four different fathers, I feel a bit insulted by the trade to the Jets. I mean, the Jets????? Of course, if you are a Jets fan you are going to be thrilled. You might actually win a game or two this season. But I’m not happy. Brett is a Packer. He’s not a Jet. Well, on paper he’s a Jet. And in September at Meadowlands he’ll be a Jet, but to me at least, he’ll ALWAYS be a Packer.

I’m also surprised by my husband’s lack of emotion to the situation. It was, after all, him that introduced me to the Packers and nurtured my deep love for the game and all things green and gold. Ten years ago I thought an interception was something that only happened in movies like “Top Gun”. He keeps talking about the future of the Packers and how he’s going to wear his Rodgers jersey and how he is 100% behind Rodgers and all that sort of grown up, mature totally objective and together stuff. I realize that if we were to ever break up he would be very “Demi and Bruce” whereas I’m much more “Kim and Alec”.

So that’s it. This is how the story ends. Along with so many Packer fans, who have wondered for so long, the guessing game is over. Like any break up, I ask myself over and over again “how did we get here?” and I know that there are answers to that question, namely Brett’s decision to retire. And the speed with which the organization moved on. But Brett’s moved on too and so must I.

But like any painful break up, I can only remember the good times. And there were many.


** Please don’t comment on how you are not a hippy even though you believe in the interpretation of dreams. That is after all one of the defining characteristics of a real hippy. That and “healing” with pebbles.