I don’t know what to think right now. I’m numb.
I’ve never been more confident in the Packers before a football game and then they lost.
I really don’t know if I’m ever going to see Brett Favre that close to the Super Bowl ever again. I don’t know if I’m ever going to see Brett Favre play again. And to think that his last pass in the NFL was an interception is really eating away at me.
The whole week leading up to this game I firmly believed the Packers were going to annihilate the Giants. Now I’m left with one of the most lopsided Super Bowls of all-time and I’m not even sure if I’m going to watch it. It will be boring. The Patriots are going to murder the Giants and I’m going to have to hear how the Patriots are God’s gift to football for the rest of my life.
This will probably take me a few weeks to get over. I can only think of one other time where I was more disappointed in the Packers. That was when I was eight and they lost to the 49′ers in the playoffs. I cried after that game. I didn’t cry after this game…but as soon as it was over I got in my car and drove as fast as I could home.
I don’t want to call anyone and talk to them about the game.
I wish I had one of those Men in Black things that erases memories. I would definitely use that on myself.
I hate the Giants.
