Go Packers!

I would love to turn this into a metaphor for the eternal struggle of man. A symbol of the secret male desire to conquer and to be victorious. I'd like to lay my heart out there and say that, in a way, I feel that we are all Brett Favre and that Seattle represents all that is unholy.

But no.

I am excited to see gargantuan men desperately beat each other up for an hour. I'm excited to see my "home team" pummel the bad guys. I'm excited to do it alongside my countrymen in the local redneck bar. I'm stoked to drink cheap, tap beer. I AM going to yell at the TV--all 24" of it--with the full belief that the players and referee can hear me; no amount of logic will convince me otherwise.

Here's to the Packers, the Miller Brewing company, and the sweet reprieve that violence provides!

Na zdravie, eh.