Go into hiding, GoodFella

I'm watching Monday Night Foozball, or at least I WAS watching until the scoreboard read 31-0. Holy shit. Matt called me at the 17-0 point, and it was through divine intervention that I wasn't getting any bars on the cell phone. It would have been nothing more than two 30-something guys yelling profanities at each other in agreement on one thing: the Pack still stinks.

Yesterday I was watching GoodFellas, and one image carried over to tonight's game. Favre returning to play for the Pack this year might end up a lot like Henry Hill coming home to sleep in his own bed (instead of with Janice Rossi, which would represent retirement in Favre's parallel world) only to have his wife straddle him with a gun pointed at his head. It won't kill him but it will drive him crazy. Can't you see FOUR coming back to the sideline after another jailbreak blitz or circus-style turnover and yelling, "I have to come home .... TO THIS?!?!"


I hope Woodson becomes a little more interested in a couple of weeks; T.J. "Who'sYourMomma" made him look silly on more than one play. I hope the O-Line learns to block. Carson Palmer couldn't have picked a better game to return to action--it's not like the D-Line was going to hit him.

Still, at this point, the Packers are tied for first. And The Keeper kicks off its 13th season of fantasy football greatness in about 10 days. So not all is lost ... just this stupid preseason game.