Two Parts Wry: Don't hate the playmaker, hate the game

AFC Championship:  Manning is the best.  Moving on.

NFC Championship:  Favre's taking a beating.  Adrian Peterson went to a New Orleans brothel and caught a bad case of fumble-itis.  It's a horrific venereal disease.  No matter how tightly you hold onto your balls, they are going to fall to the ground.  Ghastly.

Careful, it's contagious.

Fast forward to the 4th quarter and somehow the Vikings are driving for the winning field goal.  3rd and 10 from the 39 yard line, Vikings call time out with 19 seconds left in the game.  They come back on the field with 12 men in the huddle and get called for a penalty.

America Shouts "What a bunch of idiots!"

3rd and 15:  Farve rolls right and has 5-10 yards of green grass in front of him.  Which will put them in field goal range.

America Shouts "Run!"

Favre throws it across his body into the middle of the field.  Interception.

America Shouts "Are you fucking kidding me!"

Jim texts BHC.  "He's just a playmaker making plays."
BHC texts back: "An old gunslinger trying to have fun."

It took almost 18 complete games for bad Brett to show up.  I have to say that I bought into the old man.  I've reached the point in my life where I call the players kids.  It was nice to have someone out there older than me.

Oh yeah.  The Saint's won in overtime with the help of a couple of gift calls from the refs.