Okay, so video was streaming from every available source late this morning for Brett Favre's news conference. I tuned in and watched as much as I was able. The start time was delayed a half-hour due to travel difficulties, but the live feed was still broadcast while we waited (at least on Packers.com) and I had the distinct feeling that I was at a funeral.
Favre made reference to that -- with all the tributes and retrospectives and hoopla over the past few days -- "This is what it's like when you die."
I missed the very first few minutes of the actual news conference because my STUPID computer chose that moment to FREEZE! Late or not, and even without audio at times, the message was emotional and it was clear: "It's over."
And now I have a headache from the tears -- both the few I shed and the many that I had to hold back. I feel like my boyfriend just broke up with me -- and that it was harder on him in many ways than on me!
And I still can't quite sum up how I feel. A caller on a radio show the other night -- Wisconsin Public Radio, of all things -- said that it was like watching a little boy play every time Brett Favre took the field. As he said today, too, in thanking the fans:
"When I laughed and when my family laughed, they laughed; when I cried, they cried; when I cheered, they cheered; and when I threw an interception... well, ya know..."
Well... we wanted to wring his neck! We shouted and hollered and wrung our hands, but only for a second because we really only wanted him back out on the field to try again, because it was so exciting to watch, it was always fun, he always gave it everything he had and made things happen.
Good luck to you, Brett Favre. The best to you and your family. We'll miss you.
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Brett's not the only one breaking up with me. Ali showed me the floor plan of the apartment she plans to move into with a friend -- on April 1st. This is not totally unexpected or undesired, but it is a little shocking and will take some getting used to. It's all good, and it's time... and it also means a big
world room open to possibilities.