According to the video below, Favre drank a case of Schaefer the night before winning his first college football game. Favre, a 17-year-old college freshman at the time, played quarters with a roommate and polished off the case.
It sounds an awful lot like my Monday-Saturday college lifestyle at an upstate SUNY.
And now I’m itching to pick up a wooden case of Old Milwaukee bottles.
But here’s the big question: Do you take Joe Namath or Brett Favre as your partner in a case race?
All I’m saying is that if you make this move, the next thing you know, Jacoby Ellsbury and Dustin Pedroia are carpooling to CVS to pick up some hair bleach and tin foil as a sign of team unity and that just wouldn’t be good for anyone.
The rest of the sports universe can continue on with their torrid and unapologetic love infatuation with Brett Favre because as far New York Jets quarterbacks who wear #4 go, I’ve already got my horse.
Brett Favre hasn’t been in New York long enough to grab a slice of pizza; yet he has already ingratiated himself to Super Bowl hungry Jets fans.
Spearheaded by wife Deanna, the Favres created a breast cancer foundation — Twenty’s for Tits — to help fight against the disease.
According to Deanna, a breast cancer survivor, the Favres will donate $20 each time a female fan flashes her tits at Gate D during halftime.
“We couldn’t do this back in Green Bay,” Deanna said, “but New York is just so much more liberal. You know, a blue state!”
Joey Pazziratti, a 24-year-old from Staten Island, said Brett’s arrival is the gift that keeps on giving.
“It’s like we replaced Chad ‘The Pussy’ with Brett ‘The Balls.’ And now you tellin’ me we also gettin’ more tits in the deal!?”
Favre, weary of any negative attention the risqué foundation might receive, said his main focus was the action on the field. However, when pressed, he said the excitement surrounding the foundation showed he would acclimate well to New York.
“Tits and touchdowns, that’s my country,” Favre said.
It’s hard enough already having the patriotic duty of rooting for a team coached by Mike Krzyzewski but this ‘Redeem Team‘ moniker is just plain awful. I hope they finish sixth.
Fugees: “Ready or not, refugees, here I come.”
Biggie: “Michael, Michael, Michael, can’t you see. Sometimes your threes just hypnotize me.”
Puffy: “It’s all about the Benjamins.”
Snoop: “Vlade Daddi, he like to party. He don’t cause trouble, he don’t bother nobody.”
2-Pac: “I ain’t mad at ya. Got nothin’ but love for ya.”
So, yeah, you get the point.
Despite the ridiculousness of it all, I can’t really hate on Scott. Berman does the same spiel with classic rock groups. These men are just pawns in ESPN’s grand scheme of blurring the line between pop-culture and sports.
But I kinda, sorta, maybe, expect the musicians to keep SportsCenter anchors out of their lyrics. I mean, could you imagine Elton John referencing Berman’s floral wardrobe in a heartfelt ballad? No.
Well, Lil Wayne done crossed that line. Check it out . . .
With $20 of the money we’ve generated off of our banner ads, we could have:
…donated money for stem cell research.
…bought a homeless man three day’s worth of ripple.
…purchased this book for my nephew, Desmond.
…sponsored the Baseball-Reference pages of both Melido and Pascual Perez.
I think we made the right decision. And if we continue to grow as a site, who knows? Maybe, we’ll even take it upon ourselves to sponsor the page of the other less renowned Perez brother, Carlos.
