Scratch that…

It took me awhile, but I’m now able to talk about the pain and misery I recently went through.  I think Brett Favre has been reading my blog (The Number 4 post).  Honestly, just to spite Halforhalf, the guy came out of retirement to prove that this blog is a crock of crap.  Then again, I also gave Minnesota huge props in my Feeling Minnesota post, so he could have been persuaded by that.  Brad you idiot…you just had to make Minnesota look so great.  Why, Why, WHY?!?!?!

So, I can look at this in one of two ways…one of the greatest QB’s of all time was reading my blog, OR I contributed to something that will haunt me forever and ever as a diehard Green Bay Packer fan.  I received a number of very funny and interesting texts last Tuesday.  The best I received asked me, “Hey Brad, does Brett Favre go in the hall of fame as a Jet or a Viking?”  Thanks Donnie B.  A close second was my favorite Broncos fan responding to my text in which I said I felt like a girlfriend just broke up with me.  His response, “Or broke up with you then got back together, then broke up with you then got back together, then broke up with you, etc…

I guess being a very well known Packer fan among your peers growing up in the Chicagoland area really came back to bite me in the rear.  It’s all in good fun though right?  Wrong.  I watched the whole press conference, and slowly saw the image of one of my heroes deteriorate.  It was painful, but I guess Brett didn’t really fear how he would be perceived by Packer fans around the world. I mean goats are in grave danger because of Favre’s involvement with the Vikings…

But with that, I can truly say that Brett Favre really doesn’t fear much (Brett if you’re reading this, don’t let these remarks go to your head…you still broke my heart) and I have to respect that.  Fear is much less than half empty, and beating it is much more than half full.  So I have made it a point during the course of the new year to overcome any fears that come about in my life.  I would like to keep my sexy brown hair brown for as long as possible, so worrying and stressing out surely won’t help that cause.  When I was a kid, I would fear things like the car wash, roller coasters, Edward Scissorhands…the list goes on.  But, I now realize that I have spent too much of my life being cautious and worrying about things that can cost me happiness in this lifetime.

Many people fear the word change…and not Sacajawea dollars.  For me, I’m definitely in the camp that would welcome change.  I want change that can help me reach my life goals and ambitions.  I want change that will help me meet new people and challenges.  I want change that makes me feel like I’m changing some aspect of the world.  So I’m working towards those changes, and when I am able to make and adapt to those alterations, I will start to get closer to that pot of gold, and or Lucky Charms at the end of that rainbow.

Now don’t call me Barack Obama, because no offense to the leader of the free world, but the word “change” has been worn out worse than the phrase “weapons of mass destruction” from the Bush years.  I hope all of those that are reading this blog are already on, or starting to head down your perfect yellow brick road. And if you are on a side road at the moment, I truly hope that you are able to make the changes that you want and need to right the ship.

As I ramble here, let me get back to my point of beating your fears. There are plenty of quotes, none more famous than FDR’s “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”  So I hope you can conquer a fear of yours in the near future.  My one recommendation…go skydiving.  Who doesn’t fear jumping out of a plane for the first time?  Seriously, when I jumped out of a plane from over 12,000 feet, I felt as if there were a slew of other things that I could do from that point on.

So don’t fear the reaper ladies and gentlemen.  If only I could legally find some SNL clips to embed in this blog, we’d have a clip of Will Ferrell showing off his cowbell skills. Therefor, as you listen to the real thing, imagine Big Willy, with his midriff showing, wailing on a cowbell…

Toodles,

-bRad

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