I posted this vlog because Mona and I didn’t YouTube the first one we did, but it still covers the same subject matter — Brett Favre — so I thought I’d post this. If you’re on Facebook you can see our first vlog on Favre here.

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Each weekend I traveled the fifty-odd miles from Glacial Falls to Watertown, where I spent Friday night and all day Saturday in some sustained whisky drinking, tapering off Sundays with a few bottles of beer at The Parrot, eyes fixed on the television screen, cheering for my team. Cheering is a paltry description. The Giants were my delight, my folly, my anodyne, my intellectual stimulation. With Huff I “stunted” up and down the room among the bar stools, preparing to “shoot the gap”; with Shoftner I faked two defenders “out of their cleats,” took high, swimming passes over my right shoulder and trotted, dipsy-doodle-like, into the end zone…”

That passage from Fred Exley’s “A Fan’s Notes,” always tickles me as I recall all the years I’ve spent hollering at TVs when someone on the Chicago Cubs would do something monstrously stupid.

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