Ugh!

It happened. Something I had always dreaded and hoped would never come true. My all-time favorite quarterback, Brett Favre, crossed the border and became a Viking today. In a word-yuck. I mean, seriously Brett, how could you? After all that Green Bay gave you. You were our leader and we all respected you. But now? I am so torn because I love Brett, (although I could have done without all the soap opera drama that has unfolded over the past few years) but he is now going to be wearing the color that I loathe. Purple. Ish. Brett, you have put me in a very tough predicament. I will always love you as a Packer and will never forget watching you sling the pigskin down the field and make a play that no one else could even think of attempting. But I think my loyalty stops there. I just don't think I can bring myself to cheer for the Vi-queens. I guess all I can hope is that you throw more interceptions than touchdowns (which is actually right up your alley) which will allow the Packers to seal the deal and win the division. I am cheering for you to choke. Sad :( At the very least, this will certainly make for some interesting conversations in our house and Sundays will bring out the competitive side between the Packers (yes, Kelsey is a Packer fan) and Viking fan in our house. In the end, Brett, you will always be the Leader of the Pack in my book. For now, I will continue to wear black for the rest of the day as a sign of mourning that you have crossed over to the dark side. For those that think I am being a little too harsh, check back with me a little later when the nasty taste in my mouth has subsided and maybe I will be a little more open to the idea. Maybe.