I FEEL BETTER FOR BRET NOW...

Well, Bret Farv and The Pack couldn't get it done Sunday night in Green Bay. It was a tough old night for everybody.

Truthfully, I felt worse for the referees than anybody. I mean, the players could go on the field, do their thing, throw an interception, and get on back to the sidelines. On the sidelines they have them big old parkas, coffee, and heaters. But those refs had to stay out there through the whole thing.

It was cold. It was so cold that I got frostbite on two toes just watching it on TV. Weather like that makes it tough. That old punkin gets hard to kick, and hard to throw. It was so cold that even the white guys had "Steaming Black-Guy Head."

Now I ain't making excuses for Bret. He's a big boy, and he's lost his share of ball games. But I know he feels bad about the way he played. Bret threw two interceptions in the game, which ain't nothing new. Bret's always been reckless with the ball, but not as reckless as he was in overtime against Eli and his boys. It was just a plain old terrible pass. Bret's usually reckless on down the field further. He'll throw one up 40 yards into traffic a couple of times a game. But that interception in overtime...not like the boy. Look at these idiots here:

Now, is that ignorant, or what?

I wish Bret had got another shot at the Super Bowl. He is getting a little long in the tooth, and this might have been his last real shot at it. But I do feel better for the boy now. After looking at him play last night, at least I know he has quit taking them steroid pills. I hope he didn't do any (let me get my word book...) permanent damage.


If you don't make it back next year Bret, let me just tell you...It's been a real trip watching you play all these years. You 'da man!