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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I know this is coming at you guys like four and a half months too late, but as they say, better late than never, right?
So on that note…
I just want to congratulate Packer Nation on the big Super Bowl win! We practiced really hard all season long and the payoff was huge. Nice work, people.
(Source: youtube.com)
Jay Kornegay, the director of the sportsbook at the Las Vegas Hilton in an e-mail to Sportscenter, referring to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
Just…wow.
Chad Toporski, in an article for AllGreenBayPackers.com
By the way…I think the Packers’ throwback uniforms are fucking badass.
Our throwbacks are from the 1929 season - the Packers championship season of 1929, that is.
The last time the Packers wore this uniform design, Herbert Hoover was president, the Empire State Building was under construction, and Mickey Mouse was a fresh face in cartooning.
To the haters out there talking shit about the helmets (main complaints overheard include the lack of logo and the color) please remember that they were designed to echo the leather helmets of yore.
So no, they weren’t your typical throwback uniforms from recent history that most teams rock, but the Packers aren’t most teams. We represent the old school.
Special shout out to rookie James Starks who totally rocked his first NFL game with 18 carries for 73 yards. Nice work.
Lebron James, erroneously comparing his situation with Cleveland to Brett Favre’s in Green Bay.
(Source: ESPN)
In Green Bay Packer news: Ryan Grant totally wants me
OK it’s like so not a big deal or anything…but Packer running back Ryan Grant personally tweeted at me yesterday, which obviously means he wants me to be the mother of his children.
See above tweet exchange for further proof.
Ryan, call me baby.
This is the coolest video ever.
Clay, feel free to give me a call any time.
Wildly famous blogger with cult following gets hand surgery, can’t comment on firing of Brad Childress
San Francisco, CA — Sources say she could get her stitches out as early as tomorrow afternoon, but for now, fans are just going to have to make cheeky remarkss on how Chilly looks kinda like a male Cloris Leachman all on their own.
Check back for updates as this story progresses further.
(The story about the health struggles of a surprisingly young, yet beloved Midwest blogger, that is. Don’t check back for a story on how Childress is likely the long-lost fraternal twin of Cloris Leachman. Because that’s not actually a story. Get your facts straight.)
Don’t worry, everyone.
Just calm down.
Despite what you may have seen last night on the field, the Bears still suck.
Brett Favre and I both have injuries this week, which means we will likely be unable to perform at 100% come game day.
What a shame.
Difference is, I’m allowed painkillers.
Brett Favre vs. The World Bears: A Photo Essay
Here’s an adorable little collage I put together this morning of Wisconsin’s favorite ex-Packer and semi-hard penis texter at his game in Chicago over the weekend.
Try and see if you can pinpoint the exact moment his hopes and dreams for winning this game are crushed.
The story of when Brett Favre got hammered with Paul Hornung
Hornung retired from football in 1970, but his desire to have a good time never abated. He hosted a local sports talk-show in Louisville, where his status as a living legend allowed him to book A-list guests, including Brett Favre.
They got together the morning of the show to play a round of golf. Before teeing-off, Favre suggested they “warm up” with a couple Bloody Marys. They drank eight each before the turn.
Still thirsty, they decided a few cold beers would improve the look of the back nine, so Hornung bought a case, which they polished off before the 18th hole.
The show went off a few hours later without a hitch.