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I think they need Favre to (if it's in the Atrium) descend from the ceiling with fireworks exploding outside and Motorhead performing off to the side. If it's in the stadium, he needs to jump from a helicopter onto a huge inflated landing pad with fireworks from the roof of Lambeau and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing some soul-tearing monstrosity while the Rockettes and Blue Angels do their thing.
And Favre would land from his huge drop, take off the helmet, and be standing there in biceps and a tuxedo. And put on his baseball cap he always wore. Then he'd go to toss the helmet to Jerry Glanville (which would be intercepted poetically by an assistant seeking to intercept Favre's final pass), walk to the podium while greeted by the thunderous cheers of tens of thousands of fans and jokingly say into the microphone "Beat that, Aaron."
The crowd laughs at the inside joke that the show's always been about Favre, until the "assistant" who intercepted Favre's helmet steps forward...AND IT'S AARON FREAKIN RODGERS!!! HE ALREADY STOLE IT!!!!
They embrace briefly in mutual respect, Ron Wolf, M1, Bob Harlan, Mark Murphy, T2, and M3 all step up behind the duo (strangely M2 is nowhere to be found), the crowd goes absolutely wild, ESPN, CNN, and the Wall Street Journal representatives are all on hand losing all dignity in admiration, and the TV and radio feeds start failing due to pure awesomeness. TVs across the nation start turning themselves on just to display the glory of the Packers, regardless of whether they have a power supply or not. Ratings jump to never-before-seen levels as 100% of units across the nation are watching this moment in between the ever-growing static.
Favre shakes hands with the men behind him and with Aaron, then T2, M3, Murphy, and Aaron leave the stage as they were only there as representations of the current Packers organization, leaving the spotlights being wielded by circling helicopters and Good Year blimps resting on the four people still living who changed the Packers forever.
Favre will step forward again, attempting to quiet the crowd several times.
Eventually it dies down to a dull roar, and Favre says, "You know, the only person we're missing here is Reggie." And a voice comes from Heaven: "Hey, Reggie here. Don't you worry about me. I've already drafted you to my football team up here. We got Barry Sanders and Don Hutson too. Still have to wait a while until you arrive though. See you soon."
The video boards then start up a video montage of Favre's playing career while Pearl Jam and Pink Floyd and Rush are all on hand performing instrumental dueling band awesomeness. The adrenaline cranks higher than it's ever been cranked before, resulting in even the moon dimming significantly.
And the TV feeds suddenly burst out of their static with a miraculous moment of clarity as they catch Brad Childress in the audience with tears streaming down his face.
Somehow that brief glimpse of Chilly's face on the Jumbotron and in TVs across the nation was enough to unite the entire Packers' fanbase and NFL fans everywhere in one thought: All is well.
Except for the Vikings fans. They're all crying too. As it should be.
Or the statue thing. That works too.
POSTSCRIPT: I'm really short on sleep. This is probably the result of sleep deprivation. But I'll let it stand for posterity.
And Favre would land from his huge drop, take off the helmet, and be standing there in biceps and a tuxedo. And put on his baseball cap he always wore. Then he'd go to toss the helmet to Jerry Glanville (which would be intercepted poetically by an assistant seeking to intercept Favre's final pass), walk to the podium while greeted by the thunderous cheers of tens of thousands of fans and jokingly say into the microphone "Beat that, Aaron."
The crowd laughs at the inside joke that the show's always been about Favre, until the "assistant" who intercepted Favre's helmet steps forward...AND IT'S AARON FREAKIN RODGERS!!! HE ALREADY STOLE IT!!!!
They embrace briefly in mutual respect, Ron Wolf, M1, Bob Harlan, Mark Murphy, T2, and M3 all step up behind the duo (strangely M2 is nowhere to be found), the crowd goes absolutely wild, ESPN, CNN, and the Wall Street Journal representatives are all on hand losing all dignity in admiration, and the TV and radio feeds start failing due to pure awesomeness. TVs across the nation start turning themselves on just to display the glory of the Packers, regardless of whether they have a power supply or not. Ratings jump to never-before-seen levels as 100% of units across the nation are watching this moment in between the ever-growing static.
Favre shakes hands with the men behind him and with Aaron, then T2, M3, Murphy, and Aaron leave the stage as they were only there as representations of the current Packers organization, leaving the spotlights being wielded by circling helicopters and Good Year blimps resting on the four people still living who changed the Packers forever.
Favre will step forward again, attempting to quiet the crowd several times.
Eventually it dies down to a dull roar, and Favre says, "You know, the only person we're missing here is Reggie." And a voice comes from Heaven: "Hey, Reggie here. Don't you worry about me. I've already drafted you to my football team up here. We got Barry Sanders and Don Hutson too. Still have to wait a while until you arrive though. See you soon."
The video boards then start up a video montage of Favre's playing career while Pearl Jam and Pink Floyd and Rush are all on hand performing instrumental dueling band awesomeness. The adrenaline cranks higher than it's ever been cranked before, resulting in even the moon dimming significantly.
And the TV feeds suddenly burst out of their static with a miraculous moment of clarity as they catch Brad Childress in the audience with tears streaming down his face.
Somehow that brief glimpse of Chilly's face on the Jumbotron and in TVs across the nation was enough to unite the entire Packers' fanbase and NFL fans everywhere in one thought: All is well.
Except for the Vikings fans. They're all crying too. As it should be.
Or the statue thing. That works too.
POSTSCRIPT: I'm really short on sleep. This is probably the result of sleep deprivation. But I'll let it stand for posterity.
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