It's just a fact - ever since living in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin as a wee little fucker, I've been dedicated to the agonies of the Pack. The Lynn Dickey years. The Don Majkowski years. And then, finally, the Favre years, which eventually brought me, my brother, and our father to the Super Bowl in New Orleans, and the sweet thrill of victory. Now, of course, it's all ashes again. I just thought you all ought to know.