January 11, 2010

Yahoo Sports: Did refs botch epic NFL playoff game?

You bet your arse they did!!!

So the Packers lost to flippin’ Arizona, and let me tell you I am NOT PLEASED.  This game was good.  Edge-of-your-seat good.  Ninety-six points scored in this game, and a victory seemed tangible for the Green Bay Packers.  But we lost because of this little play picture above.  NOT ONE FLAG WAS THROWN.  Read more here.

Cardinals defensive back Michael Adams(notes) hit Rodgers and then facemasked him on the way down. Again, it drew no yellow laundry. You can see it in the picture above, and you can see it in the video here. It wasn’t glancing, incidental contact. That hand was on the facemask for awhile. Hands to a quarterback’s face are illegal, period, let alone grabbing his facemask and not letting go for a couple of seconds.

Ugh.  I’m still fuming.  But then this jackass on Twitter says:

The referee, Scott Green, stands behind the pocket and has to watch first for the loose ball. Once the ball is out, Green’s job is to watch ball for possession. He can’t watch the QB then. If he saw the facemask, it’d mean he wasn’t watching ball. It’s a quirky rule, but it’s the referee’s call — and the ref is charged with possession once the ball is loose.

SERIOUSLY?  ARE YOU JOKING?  UNBELIEVABLE.

I’m not saying the Packers played phenominally, because really, their defense didn’t show up to the game.  We have a good defense, but yesterday they were lacking.  Offensively, Rodgers got the job done when he had an opportunity, but it’s bullshit calls, or the lack of a call at all, that added to the Packers losing a game they should have won.

Yes, I’m still upset and depressed.  Yes, it’s only a game.  I know this.  I just get sick and tired of the referees and their inconsistency in making play calls.  I know the Packers have a lot of penalties (and stupid ones, too) under their belts, but last night was a major crock of shit.

I hope last nights refs get fired.  Canned. (I can dream. right?)

I’m gearing up for the Cowboys vs. Vikings game next weekend.  I love Brett Favre (and hate him.  I can do that, I’m a Green Bay Fan.  It’s allowed.) but I despise the Vikings.  I’m rooting for Romo all the way (plus, he’s a Wisconsin native.  It would be sacrilege not to cheer for him, even though I hate the Cowboys, too.)

Are we ready for more football?! Go Romo!

August 19, 2009

Okay, So Maybe I’m Not Over It

October 2007, the last Packers game I attended, in which Favre was QB.  The Pack played the Vikings and kicked their asses.  Never in a million years would I have imagined Brett in Purple.  Never.

August 18, 2009

Responding to Your E-mails

I’m over all the Favre talk.  Seriously.  Over it.  And yet, I can’t help but be pissed at the guy for doing this I’m-retiring-no-I’m-not-retiring dance.  It’s getting old.

I’m not surprised at all to hear that Favre is now officially a Viking.  He’s proven time and time again that he waits until training camp is over, and then decides he wants to play.  He doesn’t think he has to train with the team.  He thinks he’s God.

The worst part of all this crap is that I still love the guy.  There’s a bond between Favre and Packers fans.  It’s not something I can explain.  We love him like family, so perhaps that’s why we get so mad at his antics.  We just don’t understand his ego-mania.

As a diehard, loyal Packers fan, I’m just so…OVER IT.  But thank you all for e-mailing me about my thoughts.  What I really think is that the Packers should kick his ass.  Don’t kill him, just beat him up a bit.  Brett “the former Jet” Favre, Packer Legend, caves under that kind of pressure.

Football this fall will be very exciting, that’s for sure.  I’ll be watching every game (unless I’m in labor on football Sunday, which would just be cruel and unusual punishment)…

August 30, 2008

Eye Candy

I’m driving home from Walmart, with my sister Rachel, and a really crappy song came on the radio.  Naturally, I changed the station.  To the local sports radio network.  You know, so I could listen to the score of the Brewers game.

Rachel says to me, “You know, you’re turning into Dad.”

“What?  Don’t you mean to say that I’m turning into Mom?”

“Uh, no.  Mom doesn’t listen to the Brewers Radio Network in the car.  That’s Dad.  I’m surprised you’re listening to this station.”

“Yeah…well…you know.  I love the Brew Crew.”

“You’re gonna cry when baseball is over.  No more J.J. Hardy to crush on.”

“Nah…I’ve got Aaron Rodgers to keep me occupied through football season.”

“Dude.  Talk about eye candy.”

J.J. Hardy, my summertime boyfriend.  (Photo by adio_chick123.)

Aaron Rodgers, my other boyfriend. (Photo by S.Photos.)

Eye candy, indeed.  Too bad his good looks will be covered by a helmet.