The Packers were on Monday Night Football tonight. I intended to find a television at work to watch it on (while working on my laptop), but, come game time, I couldn't find one. I resigned myself to keep the little gametracker window up on my screen, and watched as the score fell to 7-23 at halftime. I closed the window.
I checked in later to see if the game had ended and was delighted to see the score had closed to 29-32 and the Packers with the ball with two minutes remaining.
This was my chance to see vintage Favre. I tore downstairs to try again to find a television, with no luck. I pinged three or four people on my buddy list, trying to find somebody to just hold a cell phone up to a radio or television.
Andy was the only one that responded. He had stopped watching the game when I had. He went to turn on the TV just as my gametracker updated:
Turnover on Downs. Carolina wins, Packers at 0-4 for the first time since 1988.
In 1988, I was six. First grade. If memory serves me correctly, this was the first year I ever attended a Packer game.
Today was a bad day.
After the game, Justin got back to his computer and responded to my instant message from before. I explained to him my story. To cheer me up, he sent me this:
I Love Egg
try the hippopotamus with noodles on its back:
i take no responsibility for songs stuck in heads!