I live with an stark raving mad savage. In other social settings I refer to her as my significant other, mother of my child, yadda, yadda, yadda. One of the tidbits in the mountain of evidence that demonstrate her femininity, ... I mean insanity, pard0n my redundance, is that she sends me e-mails even though we live in the same apartment and our computers are about 20 feet apart. Normally this is not a big deal as I ignore them much as I ignore the rest of the mountain. I'm not sure if ignorance is really bliss but ignoring things is key to our relationship.One of the things that I love about my live-in savage is how she tolerates, indulges and even encourages my football obsession. Which brings me to the email in question. She sent me a facebook link that if clicked on, makes me a Facebook friend of Brett Favre.
I was shocked in that I had no idea Brett was on Facebook. Now that I've clicked his "friend button" I feel comfortable calling him by his first name. I'm barely on Facebook myself and for every unit of enjoyment I get from contact with long lost friends is balanced by two units of annoyance with the whole dopey thing and the time it sucks from my Pulitzer award winning pursuits. The whole site seems to go far beyond just social networking and seems determined to waste ones time with pointless ancillary crap.
But in this magical season of NY football how could I not love a woman who finds a way to make me Brett Favre's personal friend? I must admit that I've got some mixed emotions about the whole thing, I mean, I know there's just some pasty faced toady boy clicking on the thousands of friend requests but that's for those other common losers. Surely Brett, by now is aware of our elevated status as real players in the football universe and may even be interested in a soft landing on the staff of FFF after his playing days are over. This year will be his first Super Bowl win as a Jet and after he reprises this act a-la Elway to make it back to back titles then he will be ready to transition and what better fit could there be?... did you pick up on that little fashion humor there?... "fit".... get it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they can't all be golden. So what do you think? How long should I wait for a reply from the Favre-meister? I mean, I know he's busy an all right now but we gotta feel a little love if we're gonna keep a seat warm for him in the Fashion command bunker.
I'm a reasonable man. I'm thinkin' if one of his cyber-serfs wants to stand out from the crowd he or she could send a few luxury box tix along to us at Football Fashion Fanatics we'd be more than happy to keep our burgeoning friendship on ice and his future place secure while he goes about the business of finally relieving the pain of the legions of bone deep bitter Jet lifers.
This season just keeps getting better. Me and Brett... BFF
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