Oops I Blogged My Pants

Comparable to the uncontrollable surprise of the Saturday Night Live skit, this blog will bring readers sports related topics as well as other various discussion that I might find interesting. I had debated starting my own blog for a while and decided to give it a go. So after a change of clothes you can sit back, relax, and enjoy.

For my first topic I wanted to take a look at the NFC Championship game featuring my beloved Packers and the New York Giants. This game featured the end of one era as the Packers went down in overtime.

I'll start with the end of the gunslinging era that resides in Brett Favre. After a disappointing season in 2006, he shrugged off retirement to come out for yet another season in Green Bay. This year it was back to the days of the old west where challenges were handled by shootouts in the streets and where little rules apply. Brett has never been known for his mechanics as a quarterback. He won games by taking chances that other quaterbacks simply could not take (or wanted to take for that matter) and by his creativity on the field. Favre was back to slinging the rock all over the field and had one of best years of his career leading the Packers to this year's NFC Championship. Throughout the game the packers could not muster enough magic to put together a drive and get some points on the board. With Lawrence Tynes gifting the Packers field position and even the chance to play in overtime by missing the winning kick with seconds left in the fourth, I thought surely my beloved Packers were on the way to Arizona. But in the same way that has earned Favre his famed success by forcing throws at inhuman rates of speed, Favre fired once again from the hip only to find cornerback Corey Webster which set up the game winning kick. The Pack are done early due to the late interception from Favre but to be honest they would not have been there without him doing what he does best, taking shots. I can only hope to see another year of ridiculous throws down field and absolute cannon blasts at receivers over the middle from the old gunslinger that is Favre.