Was treated to yet another amazing Brett Favre perfomance on Monday Night Football last night. In spite of his Vike-and-champagne-cocktail past, I still have so much respect for that guy. He's gritty, and that's a real rarity in football these days where Randy Moss says that he only runs his full routes 50% of the time and Eddie George misses games because of a sore toe. Favre's gone out there for 200 freakin games in a row and played balls to the wall with pins in his thumb, with tears in his eyes over his dead father, with his wife suffering from cancer, and he always just gets it done.

I'll boo the Packers lustily until my dying day, but I will never ever boo Brett Favre.