Cheer first, jeer later
Show Favre respect, then boo like crazy
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<!--endclickprintexclude-->This is pretty simple, Green Bay fans:
When Brett Favre, aka No. 4, enters Lambeau Field late Sunday afternoon in his white Minnesota Vikings uniform - intent on working his magic for the purple-helmeted enemy - this is what you should do, please.
Stand up in front of your seat, put your hands together and clap. And whistle. And then clap some more. Forcefully. And cheer. Loud. Louder. The loudest you have ever screamed in your life.
That's right. . . .
Show him the love and affection he has certainly earned by leading this franchise back to respectability and its rightful place as "Titletown."
Empower yourselves by showing off your obvious class with this rousing ovation.
Make him cry huge teardrops (he may just do that, mind you) all over his graying beard.
And then, after four strong minutes of this lovefest, hope that your boys, the Packers, kick his Hall of Fame (expletive deleted).
This is why you should react in my suggested manner.
First off, Brett deserves it.
Yes, I know, I know. He attempted to force his will one too many times on a franchise that supported him during the toughest years of his career, when he was battling Vicodin and the bottle, demons that had almost taken away football, the true love in life this side of his devoted family.
But this also is the man who never missed one single, stinking start during his 16-year career with the Packers. This is a man who suited up for a "Monday Night Football" clash against the Oakland Raiders six years ago, just one day after his beloved father, Irv, died of a heart attack, and proceeded to put on a performance that stands as one of the most riveting in the history of that television show. This is The Man, quite frankly, who brought the Lombardi Trophy back home to Green Bay.
Brett guided this franchise when it didn't have a leader at the quarterback position, and although he had a ton of help in his effort to raise the Packers to Super Bowl-worthy status, he was the main reason that fierce troops arrived in Green Bay in the form of Reggie White, Santana Dotson, Desmond Howard and so on.
He has it all.
Guts and guile.
Talent and obsession.
Stubbornness and playfulness.
And that is why the divorce was so messy.
Still, from where I sit, the love on both sides is clearly evident, I don't care what comes out of your mouth, because the numbers on my side of this business say you are ravenous when it comes to any news concerning No. 4.
Business got in the way of this relationship, that's all - I'm on record as stating that it was definitely time to say goodbye - but it is the only reason Brett will be standing on the wrong side of the field come Sunday afternoon.
He showed a resiliency that is a hallmark of the Packers during his time here and played with an abandon that worked beautifully in 1996 and 1997, and has kept you riveted ever since.
Deep down, he is a Green Bay Packer. And you know this. The hate you feel is just the passion that burns for the Green and Gold, not your true feelings about a player that some of you even named your sons after.
So when No. 4 enters the building from which he was so famously extricated, show your class.
He deserves to hear your cheers.
Once the game begins, he will be just another quarterback standing in the way of a crucial victory in the 2009 season for your Green Bay Packers. . . .
Which means you are well within your rights to "give him the business" from the first second of the first quarter until the final second ticks off the Lambeau Field scoreboard.
First, though, make sure you do the right thing.
Show Favre respect, then boo like crazy
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<!--endclickprintexclude-->This is pretty simple, Green Bay fans:
When Brett Favre, aka No. 4, enters Lambeau Field late Sunday afternoon in his white Minnesota Vikings uniform - intent on working his magic for the purple-helmeted enemy - this is what you should do, please.
Stand up in front of your seat, put your hands together and clap. And whistle. And then clap some more. Forcefully. And cheer. Loud. Louder. The loudest you have ever screamed in your life.
That's right. . . .
Show him the love and affection he has certainly earned by leading this franchise back to respectability and its rightful place as "Titletown."
Empower yourselves by showing off your obvious class with this rousing ovation.
Make him cry huge teardrops (he may just do that, mind you) all over his graying beard.
And then, after four strong minutes of this lovefest, hope that your boys, the Packers, kick his Hall of Fame (expletive deleted).
This is why you should react in my suggested manner.
First off, Brett deserves it.
Yes, I know, I know. He attempted to force his will one too many times on a franchise that supported him during the toughest years of his career, when he was battling Vicodin and the bottle, demons that had almost taken away football, the true love in life this side of his devoted family.
But this also is the man who never missed one single, stinking start during his 16-year career with the Packers. This is a man who suited up for a "Monday Night Football" clash against the Oakland Raiders six years ago, just one day after his beloved father, Irv, died of a heart attack, and proceeded to put on a performance that stands as one of the most riveting in the history of that television show. This is The Man, quite frankly, who brought the Lombardi Trophy back home to Green Bay.
Brett guided this franchise when it didn't have a leader at the quarterback position, and although he had a ton of help in his effort to raise the Packers to Super Bowl-worthy status, he was the main reason that fierce troops arrived in Green Bay in the form of Reggie White, Santana Dotson, Desmond Howard and so on.
He has it all.
Guts and guile.
Talent and obsession.
Stubbornness and playfulness.
And that is why the divorce was so messy.
Still, from where I sit, the love on both sides is clearly evident, I don't care what comes out of your mouth, because the numbers on my side of this business say you are ravenous when it comes to any news concerning No. 4.
Business got in the way of this relationship, that's all - I'm on record as stating that it was definitely time to say goodbye - but it is the only reason Brett will be standing on the wrong side of the field come Sunday afternoon.
He showed a resiliency that is a hallmark of the Packers during his time here and played with an abandon that worked beautifully in 1996 and 1997, and has kept you riveted ever since.
Deep down, he is a Green Bay Packer. And you know this. The hate you feel is just the passion that burns for the Green and Gold, not your true feelings about a player that some of you even named your sons after.
So when No. 4 enters the building from which he was so famously extricated, show your class.
He deserves to hear your cheers.
Once the game begins, he will be just another quarterback standing in the way of a crucial victory in the 2009 season for your Green Bay Packers. . . .
Which means you are well within your rights to "give him the business" from the first second of the first quarter until the final second ticks off the Lambeau Field scoreboard.
First, though, make sure you do the right thing.
