Wherefore Art Thou?

My heart broke on that black day, March 4 when Number 4 retired.

Favre? Favre? Wherefore art thou, Favre?

I was so sad. Instead of Alley Sheedy’s character in Short Circuit crying out for “Number 5,” I let it go and moved on. I did not cry out for "Number Four." I belted out a few wails of "waaahhs" and got over it. Or so I thought.

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If he wanted to retire, then let him. He’s had a good career.

Hubby says, “He’ll be back. He’s NOT going to retire.”

Later, we watched him being interviewed by Larry King. He didn’t sign his retirement papers yet. Favre says it’s more for his benefit.

When I was growing up, football was BOR-ING. If my dad and brothers (and oldest sister)wanted to watch the game, then that was it. My older sister and I either had to sit (quietly) and watch the game or find ourselves something else to do. Why watch a bunch of overpaid men who ran around in tight pants? (Although as I got older, it wasn’t so bad seeing men in tight pants for a change. Winks. Yeah, the huddle.)

Soon, the Packers were doing well. Favre was the new quarterback. I started to enjoy football. Only the Packers, though. That was enough. I didn’t care to watch ALL of the games. Only the Green Bay Packers.

Then, as I was accepting the fact that Favre was done, what happens? He wants to come back. My heart skipped. Yay!!

Then my brother says, “Who cares? He should have stayed retired.” Huh? People are NOT happy? (Yes, I was sooo behind. I don’t really watch a lot of TV or read the paper that much.)

With my mouth open, I look at my husband. He shrugs his shoulders at me. Man, I must have looked so NAÏVE!!

In my heart, I loved how Favre rooted for his team. How he just loved football. It showed. It was fun to watch him play because he enjoyed it.

For a while, I kind of went along with the crowd. Oh, boo. (I regret that. Sorry Favre.)

Deep down, I wanted him back. He was Favre, for crying out loud. His name was in my daughter’s history book in fourth grade (five years ago). He’s a Hall of Famer!! He's Favre. "Nuff said.

Lots of high-profile pro players retire and come out of retirement. What’s the big deal? Lots of pro players are indecisive about their future. Do they want to retire? Do they want to play another year? He’s not the only one. Let him play!!

Favre, Favre, Wherefore art thou, Favre?

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Now he is playing for the Jets.

Green Bay Packers and Favre got "divorced." What about us fans...the kids?

Waaahhhh.

I tell my husband that I am done with football.

He wanted to watch the game Saturday. I told him, “Remember, I am done with football. Maybe I’ll be a Jets fan now.”

He shakes his head at me like I am being childish.

I still don’t know what I’ll do.

Retire from football fandom? Be a Favre follower? (Don’t worry, Deaana, I only mean it as a distant fan, not a stalker.) Maybe it’s not so much the Jets team I’ll root for, but just Favre.

Decisions. Decisions. (Just think how hard it was for Favre to decide?)

He is Here, Isn't He?

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I have been known to talk to a person on the phone thinking it was someone else, so I like to make sure that I am talking to the right person.

In the past, when Hubby called me from work to inquire about the contents of his mail, I’d rattle off the names on the return address of the mail only to find out it wasn’t him. When a caller calls around the time he usually makes his call, that’s when it goes haywire. For this reason, I’ve made a habit of double-checking.

Here is a recent conversation:

Me: Hello?

Hubby: This is Hubby.

Me, thinking that it sounded like Hubby, but assumed that the caller said “Is Hubby there?”: He’s not here right now.

Hubby: This IS Hubby.

Me: Is this Hubby?

Hubby: Yes. I had to go find myself but I don’t need to find myself anymore.

Me, heart dropping: You don't?...You were looking for yourself? I didn’t know you were looking for yourself.

Hubby: Nooo. I know where I am at. I don’t need to find myself.

Me, heart pounding faster now: You don't need to find yourself?

Hubby: I know where I am at.

Me, slowly realizng that he meant that he didn’t have to go find himself. He is Hubby so he didn’t have to go and GET himself on the phone. Oooohhh, duh. Then I said: I thought you were trying to tell me you had a mid-life crisis or something.

Hubby: No, no. I know where I am at.

Me: Okay

Hubby: Just calling to say that I am working overtime till _____.

Me: You are working overtime till _____.

Hubby: Yes.

I have fun with words. It’s fun to take the word out of context and play with it. There can be many ways to interpret them. I guess this time, words had fun with me. Or I have created a word-playing monster (Hubby) because I play that on him all the time. Pay back. Good one. I’ll get you back.

I have lots of funny converstations on the phone. What do you do? Laugh at yourself and move on. In my better ear, with HAs, I hear about 50 decibels, but it could be a little less now. Compare that to about 95 decibel loss without the HA on. So it's amazing sometimes how much I do pick up and screw up, too.