Sadly, school already is back in session for Cheese-heads young and old.
Worse yet, the curriculum is redundant and the lecturers aren't to be trusted.
And the content isn't going to help you get a job or understand how the universe works.
It's the Brett Favre saga, but it may as well be called Business 101.
The latest in a series of sports blemishes has found us here in Wisconsin. While the drama surrounding the state's adopted son is hardly as blatantly souring as steroids or NBA fixes or illegal NFL scouting, it still makes you want to block the next generation of sports fans' eyes.
If you're scouring the notes you've divulged from the media's Favre Watch, you may be racking your brain as to who the protagonist and antagonist are.
Whose camp are you in, the Packers' or Favre's? Are you with the Cubs of the NFL, the club that is so nationally-celebrated that you find Packer bars in virtually every state?
Or are you with the guy that even non-Packer-backers (such as myself) stand up and cheer for, even if he's wearing the opposing team's jersey? (See Packers 52, Saints 3 in October, '05)
Not easy to pick your "politicial" camp is it?
That's because every time ESPN breaks more sensationalistic faux news, more indiscretion is revealed. The saga has the feeling of a political episode, like a bad, ongoing filibuster. The problem is, the guys involved aren't (technically) politicians.
Guys like Mike McCarthy and Brett Favre are football guys. They're awesome on Sundays, Mondays and the occasional Saturday or Thanksgiving, and anything they can give us the other days of the week is gravy.
They're also employees, and the industry in which they work is about as morally-sound as an upscale pyramid scheme.
And the longer the camera has been held up to the players in this poorly-narrated farce, the longer Chris Mortensen has been on his cell phone, the more evident that's become.
Fans across the border will understand that when you spend a first-round draft pick on a kid you deem an integral part of your future, you need to have a plan for him.
Aaron Rodgers might be Cedric Benson, or he may be Matt Hasselbeck; the only way the Pack finds out is in a 16-week audition with a four-week warmup (notice how "Family Night" didn't make this list?)
So it isn't unreasonable that they forced Favre to make a decision on his retirement before he was ready, then traded him to New York. It's unfortunate.
Imagine you just put in overtime for several weeks longer than you originally thought your job contract would call for. You're dead tired, you came up just shy of the big promotion in the end. But you're also rich. Now make up your mind. Play or punt?
I would have started stretching my leg immediately.
Then there's the guy that no one thought they could root against. That is, until he started waffling like an IHOP on Easter Sunday.
Favre tried to pull the right strings and touch the right nerves and, evidently to some extent, he got what he wanted - one more chance to play ball and have a shot at a title.
At least we think that's what he wanted. But that right there is the travesty. We don't know who to believe, or at least when.
All we know is that Peter Pan can't fly and Lambeau Field isn't full of angels, after all.
- Christopher Heimerman is sports editor of The Monroe Times. He can be reached at sportseditor@
themonroetimes.com.
Worse yet, the curriculum is redundant and the lecturers aren't to be trusted.
And the content isn't going to help you get a job or understand how the universe works.
It's the Brett Favre saga, but it may as well be called Business 101.
The latest in a series of sports blemishes has found us here in Wisconsin. While the drama surrounding the state's adopted son is hardly as blatantly souring as steroids or NBA fixes or illegal NFL scouting, it still makes you want to block the next generation of sports fans' eyes.
If you're scouring the notes you've divulged from the media's Favre Watch, you may be racking your brain as to who the protagonist and antagonist are.
Whose camp are you in, the Packers' or Favre's? Are you with the Cubs of the NFL, the club that is so nationally-celebrated that you find Packer bars in virtually every state?
Or are you with the guy that even non-Packer-backers (such as myself) stand up and cheer for, even if he's wearing the opposing team's jersey? (See Packers 52, Saints 3 in October, '05)
Not easy to pick your "politicial" camp is it?
That's because every time ESPN breaks more sensationalistic faux news, more indiscretion is revealed. The saga has the feeling of a political episode, like a bad, ongoing filibuster. The problem is, the guys involved aren't (technically) politicians.
Guys like Mike McCarthy and Brett Favre are football guys. They're awesome on Sundays, Mondays and the occasional Saturday or Thanksgiving, and anything they can give us the other days of the week is gravy.
They're also employees, and the industry in which they work is about as morally-sound as an upscale pyramid scheme.
And the longer the camera has been held up to the players in this poorly-narrated farce, the longer Chris Mortensen has been on his cell phone, the more evident that's become.
Fans across the border will understand that when you spend a first-round draft pick on a kid you deem an integral part of your future, you need to have a plan for him.
Aaron Rodgers might be Cedric Benson, or he may be Matt Hasselbeck; the only way the Pack finds out is in a 16-week audition with a four-week warmup (notice how "Family Night" didn't make this list?)
So it isn't unreasonable that they forced Favre to make a decision on his retirement before he was ready, then traded him to New York. It's unfortunate.
Imagine you just put in overtime for several weeks longer than you originally thought your job contract would call for. You're dead tired, you came up just shy of the big promotion in the end. But you're also rich. Now make up your mind. Play or punt?
I would have started stretching my leg immediately.
Then there's the guy that no one thought they could root against. That is, until he started waffling like an IHOP on Easter Sunday.
Favre tried to pull the right strings and touch the right nerves and, evidently to some extent, he got what he wanted - one more chance to play ball and have a shot at a title.
At least we think that's what he wanted. But that right there is the travesty. We don't know who to believe, or at least when.
All we know is that Peter Pan can't fly and Lambeau Field isn't full of angels, after all.
- Christopher Heimerman is sports editor of The Monroe Times. He can be reached at sportseditor@
themonroetimes.com.
