Brett Favre Douche-O-Meter

Held mid-week press conference to explain that he is “hurting”. Made sure to emphasize that it wasn’t a big deal. He is a warrior and is playing through it. It doesn’t affect him. It is an excuse for his brilliant 4 turnover (3 INTs, 1 fumble) performance previous week versus Bears, but it doesn’t affect him. Brett Favre IS responsible for absorbing massive amounts of pain that would have the rest of us mere mortals lying in the fetal position drinking from a bottle of morphine. Brett Favre is NOT responsible for the turnovers that Brett Favre’s body commits. The injuries and the “hurting” are responsible for those. Brett Favre the man and body is only responsible for playing through the “hurting” and being a warrior. Brett Favre the man and body has never committed turnovers and lost games. Only the “hurting” commits turnovers and loses games.
Threat Level: MODERATE
Expect more interceptions to be thrown by the “hurting”, Turkey Bowl game in which everyone wears Wrangler jeans and no cleats, sexting dick pics to your mom and sister, hanging out in hot tubs with teenage babysitters and Mark Chmura while Mrs. Favre and Mrs. Chmura pray to Jesus. With the Brett Favre Threat Level at Moderate, holiday travel should not be impacted.

About Zach

Male homo sapien. Warrior poet. I live in Chicago with one wife, one offspring, and Scout the dog. I enjoy various stuff. Besides skinny skiing and going to bullfights on acid, I also enjoy running, reading, drinking, eating and procrastinating on many things, such as starting this blog. I have a mom, a dad, and a younger brother who recently produced a sister-in-law. I'm the only person in my family, sister-in-law included, who doesn't have a post-graduate degree. I guess that makes me special. I grew up in a small to medium sized town in the middle of Ohio. In fact the even smaller town next door has a sign which reads "The Geographic Center of Ohio". Given this is what they choose to boast you can only imagine how exciting that town is. My town is infinitely cooler. For example on weekend nights people from my town and the surrounding villages and hamlets converge on the public square to "cruise" in their souped-up mini trucks, some bearing Confederate flags, despite growing up and living rather safely north of the Mason-Dixon line. This is high-minded stuff we're talking about here. I graduated sometime during the Clinton presidency from the local high school where I played football and participated in absolutely nothing else. This strategy paid huge dividends when I applied to numerous colleges on the eastern seaboard which were highly selective. When you show up to the admissions table with "HIgh School Football and Nothing Else" on your application, you get respect. After graduating from Ohio University with a degree in Economics that I've used for absolutely nothing, I moved to Boston. Boston is a lovely city. I was doing things I'm not proud of for beer money and I left after 16 months. My next move was to Chicago and 10+ years later there I still reside. I write this blog for therapeutic reasons. Much like some people paint to relax or smoke crack to unwind after a stressful day, I record my thoughts on Al Gore's World Wide Web for 9 friends, 4 family members, 1 person who accidentally clicked through after an unsuccessful Google search for something else, and a guy named Patriot1 who lives in a silver Air Stream in the Nevada desert and broadcasts his own radio show. Is there a point to all of this? I doubt it. Years ago and in a galaxy far, far away (College Park, Maryland, then Athens, Ohio) I was toying with the idea of being a journalism major. I enjoyed writing so it seemed the obvious fit. Then I attended career day and learned that journalism majors could look forward to a salary of $EA,TSH.IT per year with the promise of a fatal heart attack at 47 years of age. I'm not falling for that trick, I told them (them being no one, and told being saying it in my own mind in the shower). Approximately 15 years later here I sit declared the big winner in that battle: I never made any money doing anything else and now I'm writing entirely for free. So suck balls, journalism career day. The views expressed in this website are mine and mine entirely. I don't wish to be an even bigger black eye to my family than I probably already am. As a result of this I will never be able to run for public office and I accept that reality. But this website is a very dignified, well-dressed skeleton full of witty retorts and honorable deeds compared to the disheveled, stenching, staggering and loud skeletons who would come marching out of the closet to White Zombie's "Thunderkiss '65" if they ever unearthed the college years. So enjoy your train ride, your hangover day at work, your AA meeting or your dump. I'm here to serve.
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One Response to Brett Favre Douche-O-Meter

  1. Aaron says:

    Do you remember when Mark Chmura wouldn't shake Clinton's hand? What a fag.

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