Until I looked at the author's name, I thought a queer must have written it.
Did a queer write it? Why pick an author that hates football, and men, to write about the Super Bowl.
Anyone who understands football at least a little, and who has grown up with it, couldn’t help to tear up a little watching Bart Starr embrace Brett Favre when Favre’s number was retired.
Anyone who’s ever wanted five more minutes with your grandfather couldn’t help choking up a little. Starr had real trouble making that date, but was determined to be there for Favre.
Starr was looking at Favre, remembering what it was like to be Favre, and Favre was looking at Starr coming to the realization he was headed to where Starr is.
And Rodgers was looking on, knowing one of these days Favre will come out a much older man to help retire Rodger’s number.
I’m not a Packer fan, by any stretch, but you can’t really deny that the Packers are the ‘people’s team’. They are owned by the people of Green Bay.
Kenny Stabler died this year. The Snake was something else. He was Terry Bradshaw’s arch-enemy.
It’s a great game, for all its flaws.
(Spoken as one who from childhood through the mid eighties was an avid Football Fan.)
Exactly what I thought. Instead it turns out to be another tiresome lefty ditz (and Lena Dunham supporter) who is apparently homo but decidedly not erotic.
I still do, quite the fruity description