Einsamer Wolf

Perhaps I am flogging a dead horse, but I do believe this matter deserves further attention. Last night, I was watching and listening to "We Love the Green and Gold" by Pat McCurdy: a most fitting tribute to our beloved Green Bay Packers, indeed.  However, in the column of related videos, I saw this nasty bit:

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It is a rendition of Together Forever, in response to Berty's betrayal to the Vikings. Even though their scheme to pilfer an EX-Packer great failed (and as far as I am concern he should forever be regarded as an EX-Packer, forever excommunicated from the good graces of Packerland), and failed miserably, I cannot quite describe the feelings that overcome me as a bunch of flippant, insolent Vikings fans mouth off about it.
That would be bad enough. But then, in the midst of this enemy posse, is this soccer mom sort, conjoling with the enemy with a silly half-ass smile on her face, seemingly jovial about the predilections of those around her, including such zingers as "Green and gold may be pretty, but they are just not right).
There are two distinct possiblities, as I see it. Either she is a Vikings fan, posing as a Packers fan, in which case she is an IMPOSTER sullying our colors, and should be brought to cease and desist forthwith, or she actually likens herself a Packers fan, and yet is seemingly jubilant about vikings fans anticipation of supremacy over the Packers, Berty as a "Viking forever," so on and so forth, ad nauseum until I puke my guys out, which also makes her an IMPOSTER, and turncoat to boot.  Either way, it is an outrage that such a person would don Packer colors. And the mere thought of it makes me see red, even to this day, even as the scheme failed.  Dare I say this woman should be likened to Hanoi Jane, or even Marlene Dietrich (who wantonly shacked up with untold numbers of American airmen before going on their way to conduct terror bombings on her country), except that this soccer mom is rather lacking in terms of hotness compared to her two predecessors.  Again, the very idea!
It cannot be stressed enough that such turncoats and imposters remain in our midst, only silenced because they have been discredited, just as those who never waivered or faltered, who never tread on their colors, have been duly vindicated by the Packers' most valiant March on Dallas, recapturing the Lombardi Trophy, returning it to where it belongs, while sitting poised for further Super Bowl Championships for the foreseeable future.
Indeed, check out this dame:

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 Talk about weiblich. Although somewhat hot, she looks absolutely ridiculous. Why not split soviet and American flags and colors into an equally gaudy, contradictory eyesore, a walking paradox. I cannot even say this is an anecdote supporting the proposition that women should be seen and not heard, because she should not even be seen, at least not like that.  Can you say grudge, hate-sex? I can.
Then you have clowns like this.

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I cannot convey in words the feelings that overcome me at the site of this, again, even though Berty's collaboration with the Vikings failed.
How is it even possible that someone could actually get away with this? The very idea that someone could sully and desecrate the Green and Gold, the Packers jersey beggars belief--to hack a Packers jersey into bits, and slap it together with enemy colors confounds any reasonable mind.
Then you have this:

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This is  negligent parenting per se. Call Child Protection Services, post haste.  Say what you will about Jim Belushi, (obnoxious Bears fan, someone who lives under the shadow of his dead brother) at least he rears his son properly, so as not to side with what, to him at least, is the enemy.
It all beggars belief. And that is why, even after the treason has conclusively failed quite spectacularly, it must never be forgotten that such turncoats remain in our midst. After all, I was subjected to a most unpleasant reminder of this by merely watching "We Love the Green and Gold."

A while back, a post of mine was deleted on the Vikings message board on a thread concerning what they hate about us. In that post, I reminded them that, with the most recent Packers Super Bowl Championship, the Packers now have four--and counting--Lombardi trophies, whereas they have none.  We have 13 world titles to their none.  A most just, righteous discrepancy I must say.  We have the hardware, they do not.
I recently made my first pilgrimage to Lambeau Field on Boxing Day. Little did I know I would witness the start of a Super Bowl championship run.
The day after I took the tour of Lambeau Field, and then saw the Packers hall of fame. The highlight was of course seeing the three Lombardi Trophies.  We will of course have to build a new case as of this past Sunday! I said to the guy next to me how great it is that the Vikings will never have anything like this.  It feels even better given what the Vikings did with the Traitor, number four.  How did that work for you?
The result after this most recent championship is that you Vikings fans have nothing to stand on--not in overall history, or the present.  We on the other hand have a young corp of talent that is set to compete for the foreseeable future.
So how does it feel, you people?  This is payback. Payback for that Monday Night game in 98. Payback for The Mooning. Payback for siphoning off our hall of fame quarterback.
And to NWTrucker or Vikingsgirl or whoever it is that has been sniping good folks like me and Woodson's House for telling it like it is, such stringent policies do not apply to the General NFL Board.
So there.  We have the world championships, you don't.  What is thirteen or four divided by zero?  It is impossible.  This is the Unreal fiction that is your fraction of our greatness.  There is no fraction because you are nothing.  The superiority of the Green Bay Packers to your second fiddle has no quantifiable magnitude.  We have the hardware, whereas your existence is a sad, hollow, empty abyss--an empty trophy case that cannot exist because its existence is antithetical to the laws of nature.  YES!

This is the rapsheet against Brett Favre.  I may expand it. I am writing a blog so that I may link to this every time the subject comes up.

The rapsheet against Brettedict Favreold:

 created the worst fiasco perhaps in the history of not just the Packers but the NFL, and perhaps all of sports by deciding to retire and demanding that Teddy Thompson, the Polar Bear, and McCarthy accept his decision to unretire, REGARDLESS of what it would do to this team, after the decision was made to go to Rodgers, and draft selections were predicated on that decision (what in legal parlance is known as detrimental reliance)

- note that the effects of this fiasco are continued to be felt by both Teddy, the Polar Bear, and McCarthy, and probably will NEVER be overcome, even if they secure another Lombardi trophy under Rodgers.  Rodgers is only now getting the monkey off his back, but only by putting up numbers unparalled for a quarterback's first two years as a starter in the entire history of the NFL (talk about a tall order). Some still blame him for the lass at Arizona, as well as the 6-10 season, as if Berty Judas would have done better (he would not have).

-also related, he put Teddy, the Polar Bear, in a situation where it was incredibly difficult for him to retain Rodgers and look to the future. His selfishness almost cost Green Bay its long terrm future.

-played for the Vikings with the express purpose of sticking it to Green Bay--HIS OWN WORDS. You can try and splice that by stating he was only trying to stick it to the Polar Bear and McCarthy, but Polar Bear and McCarthy are the leaders of the Pack. So by extension, he did it to stick it to us.  THE RESULT of this was that he beat us twice, COSTING US THE DIVISION, which put us in a precarious situation in the playoffs, which we were ultimately unable to overcome in even the first round.

-he failed, but he did his damndest to give our most hated rival its first superbowl victory as part of this vendetta, and came perilously close to succeeding. It is not just about winning another ring, he could have done that with the easily with the Jets, as evinced by their great run with a rookie quarterback.  But no he wanted to play for the Vikings as part of a personal vendetta to ruin our team.

--His callous nonchalance.  He made no sincere effort whatsoever to even feign concern, let alone show actual concern for what his selfish antics did to those who supported him for the better half of two decades.  This is evinced by the outrageous "if you are a real packer fan you understand" statement, and his snarky comment that he "used to like green" in that dumb Sears commercial--PAST TENSE.  Despite his blithe assertions to the contrary, that he no longer likes Green--or Green Bay--does take away 16 years, or at least sullies and taints those years in a way that can never be reversed.

--gave Aaron Rodgers the cold shoulder, and still does. At one point he was quoted as saying it was not his job to show the heir apparent the ropes. How selfish is that. But wait, it gets better.  This interivew is the most candid that I am aware of which relates, albeit it in only very limited detail, the way in which Berty continued to give Rodgers the cold shoulder before and after the whole fiasco:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4kU659D0h8&playnext_from=TL&videos=Ee1eFvSPs6U

This is just another way in which Berty has done everything in his power to hurt the Packers.

During the 2010, Berty Judas had a horrible year on and off the field.  Although he suffered a bit of his comeuppance that he so richly deserved, he committed yet more transgressions against the Packers and their fan base, but also revealed himself to be a horrible human being.

--The whole Jenn Sterger scandal.  Thank God he did this only after he ceased to be a Packer.  Sending unsolicited illicit pictures of one's genitals cannot be a well calculated move.  But that he apparently did this to Sterger, as he is also accused of doing similar things to two massage therapists who have since sued him, suggests that it works often enough.  Since then, whisperings and rumors of what went on in Green Bay reveal his to be the worst sort of egomaniac. 

-- His continued grudge against the Packers, in perception and words.  After the late seaon loss against the Bears, Julius Peppers quoted him as saying he told him he hopes the Bears beat the Packers in the regular season, knocking his former team out of the playoff hunt.  This further evinces the animus he harbors, to this day, for the team who made him who he is. 
Going beyond that, there is at least a widespread perception that a Packers Super Bowl Championship could only stick in his craw.  Adam Carolla stated as much with his Super Bowl preview with Kevin Hench--namely that Berty Judas could only want the Packers to lose.  Even if that were not true--despite his comments to Julius Peppers--he has failed to counter this most resonable presumption. His incredibly disingenous comments to ESPN predicting and hoping for a Paackers Super Bowl Championship do not suffice.

Today my beloved Packers lost, under the worst , most painful circumstances imaginable in the regular season, against the hated Vikings, with Judas Brettedict Favreold under their center, at Lambeau Field. Sitting at 7-1, our enemy now has a three game advantage, with tie-breakers. This all but ensures that the Vikings will win the NFC North. If the Packers are lucky, they will sneak into the playoffs as a wild-card. Many teams have had great success as a wild-card, but it cannot be what we aspire to.
And yet as I, and other true Packers swallow this most bitter pill, left to wallow, even drown in oceans of sorrow at our team’s defeat, there is pride to be had. Pride that we brandish our colors—our team’s mark, the Packer G—not only in victory, but also in the face of defeat.
Today I was exposed to a fair-weather fan who dared to present himself as a fellow Packer fan just two years before. Like last week before, he was cheering not for Rodgers and the Pack, but the traitor, all while daring to wear a Packer #4 Jersey in my presence. He even oscillated between that and a faux Vikings #top. It was not a jersey, more like a polo shirt, but it had his name and number on it. Perhaps he was too cheap to buy a Vikings jersey proper.
When my beloved Packer team was pushed back to the very precipice, down some three touchdowns, and after I suffered one too many taunts, I came up to him and his cohort, a native wisconsite who also claimed to be a Packer fan, and yet was curiously wearing a Vikings jersey. I told him, you remember me two or three years from now, when your boy has long since retired for good, and Rodgers and the Pack resurge with a replenished line. You remember this, holding up green and gold packer tobagan hat, that I am a real Packer fan, who does not ever tread his colors, who stands by his team, not only in victory, but in defeat. Then after asking him, face to face, whether he impales himself at night while fawning over his boy, his masturbatory fantasy, I went back to my table to watch the game, and the entire bar applauded me, as they were speechless.
My team—our team, our Green Bay Packers—fought back heroically, and stayed in the game to the last. In defeat, I stood by team. I never relinquished these colors. And I never will.
I love the Green Bay Packers more than anything. I love that beautiful shade of green. I love the illustrious G symbol those bright yellow helmets bear so proudly. I love the fact that there should not even be an NFL team anywhere near Green Bay, except for the history of that ancient, primordial team. The Green Bay Packers are one of the last few good, pure things about this country.
I feel tremendous loss at my team’s loss. I cry as I write this. I am unable to describe the betrayal, not only of he who shall remain nameless, but most especially the fair-weather fans, the imposters among us who at one time DARED to condescend to call themselves Packer fans. And yet I love that team, which will always be larger than any one player. And I am so incredibly proud that, when my team—our team—stood, fought and lost in the most painful, arduous way possible, I stood by my colors, our colors, and never relinquished them, or my love for that team. GREEN AND GOLD FOR NOW, AND FOREVER MORE, IN VICTORY—CERTAINLY VICTORY IN THE FUTURE—BUT ALSO DEFEAT.<!-- google_ad_section_end -->

As to why my avatar is a wolf, it is because I am a lone wolf (ein einsamer Wolf).  So, I use a picture of a fierce, lone wolf as my symbol.  To me it is not a symbol of local rivalries. I am not even from Wisconsin, but I believe they do have wolves there, which one member has corraborated.  As far as this continent is concerned, I would most closely associate wolves with Montana and Wyoming and the Canadian interior, and perhaps also Alaska.
Like I said, I regard myself as a lone wolf. The Wolf is also prominent theme in Norse mythology and German culture.  This of course in now way conflicts with my disdain for the Vikings, for there is nothing Nordic or Scandinavian about your team which has been the biggest group of punks, malcontents and scumbags for almost twenty years.