For the record, the wife is no longer speaking. She sulks around in this sad, angry funk.
She.
Is.
Miserable.
She's not even muttering anymore. There is only silence. A cold, hard, bleak silence. It scares me.
The reason? See for yourself:
This photo and the information below is from the New York Times. Yes, that's Brett Favre's name and number on a New York Jets uniform. It is sacreligious in many ways. It borders on blasphemy. It is pain beyond compair.
I don't think there is anything that we can do to help her. I'm not sure if she'd prefer Brett fall off the face of the earth or if he'd be mangled during the first Jets game and never play again, just so she can say, "I TOLD YOU TO STAY RETIRED! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN LOYAL!"
She won't be watching the Jets play football...and, I'm not too sure she'll be watching the Packers, either. In the Packers' case, my guess is she's hoping Aaron Rogers gets hurt within the first three minutes of the first game (as he always gets hurt, in season-ending ways) and then she can scream at the Packers because they were so STUPID to trade Favre--kind of poetic justice, if you will.
But, until one of these things transpires, she will remain in her silent funk.
The New York Times writes,
"The Jersey has landed, and it's flying off the racks. After an excrutiating one-day wait for Brett Favre's new Jets jersey, fans finally got their hands on the icon's $80 shirt Friday. The green-and-white tops arrived at the Modell's in Times Square at 10 a.m. .....The race to don Favre's new No. 4 began before even he sported the jersey. So many fans flooded the Jets online store Thursday that it briefly crashed.......For some die-hard fans, the beleaguered Jets' acquisition of Favre still didn't seem real, even after holding the shirt in their hands....."I'm a very happy guy right now," said Yoni Erlich, 22, a gift shop employee from Tenafly who picked up a jersey on his lunch break. "I feel like I'm still dreaming." (cmelago@nydailynews.com)
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