Pam Warnke's Blog

I feel like I have a personal stake in Brett Favre’s decision.  It’s ridiculous, I know, but it’s true.  After all, I grew up very close to Lambeau Field.  Close enough to hear Sunday games, fans and all, from inside our house while we watched on tv.  The years Favre spent in Green Bay were glorious.  I can list stats from the team he led to the Superbowl with the best of them.  Robert Brooks, Dorcey Levens, Gilbert Brown, Antonio Freeman-- they were magic. And, who could forget Desmond Howard (who I loved at Michigan, btw) and his huge return that day.  When they came home we lined the streets as city buses, with the windows out, carried them to a celebration at Lambeau.  We cheered them on, shook their hands, we even gave them hugs. 

My point is those were happy days in a city where much of its identity is wrapped in its hometown football team.  Brett Favre brought rain after a long drought.  He let many of us feel excited again about the game.  He allowed us to regain some pride. 

There are many stories I could share about the Packers and my time growing up in Green Bay.  There are many memories--ask me how my cousin ended up in his legacy book if you see me sometime.  So, it’s sad to see this legacy of his dragged through the mud as he debates, or we debate, his future.  Any team would be lucky to have Favre, but in my mind he’ll always be a Packer.