My apologies to Nancy Meyers, Meryl Streep, et al. No, I'm not trying to optimize my SEO, nor do I wish to goose my stats in Google Analytics. I just want to explain why I might have inflamed some passions on Twitter yesterday.
Now that I've got that out of the way, let me say that I've been a Tweeter (Twitterer? Twit?) for several months. But it's taken me that long to "get" it. But this past weekend's NFL playoffs solidified the Meaning of Twitter for moi.
Secondly, my apologies to Susan, over at My 2 Boyz. She's a Cheesehead from Sheboygan, WI. For those of you who aren't clued in, that means Susan & her fellow Sheboyganites are ardent Green Bay Packers fans. As well they should be. I'm a Packer-Backer, myself.
Susan Tweeted fervently this past weeked, and last, as well. A whole week ago, she urged her beloved Pack to pull one out over the Arizona Cardinals. I was with her all the way on that. Yesterday, however, Susan's path diverged from mine. She Tweeted (Twittered? Twitted?) in favor of America's (alleged) Team, the Dallas Cowboys. See, the Cowpokes shot it out with the Minnesota Vikings in an NFC matchup.
And everyone knows that died-in-the wool Packermaniacs such as Susan hate~detest, abhor~those dern Minnesota Vikings.
I'm one of the few~the proud?~Packers Fans who have stuck by Brett since he parted ways with The Pack 2 seasons ago. Without going into all the details (it's complicated, remember?), I took Brett's side in the dispute with Packers' management. And I bought his jersey when he became a New York Jet. The only reason I don't have a Vikings jersey with Number 4's name emblazoned on the back is because Mr. Fairway~who was born a Packers Fan & would rather die today than ever root for the Vikings~probably would divorce (or kill) me if I brought anything that color purple into the house.
But I digress. This post was supposed to be about Twitter. And Tweeting. Remember?
I had fun Twitting Susan for supporting Big D yesterday. I'll have a great deal of fun Tweeting about Ol' Number 4 when he faces NOLA next Sunday. And as much as I love New Orleans, I know in my heart-of-hearts Who Dat Be Gonna Beat Dem Saints.
My Peeps say I'm a Fair-Weather Fan. I prefer to refer to myself as a Favre-Weather Fan. And I'll be rooting for him again next Sunday, even if it means that Mr. Fairway might force me to sleep in the dog house. That's metaphorical, don'tcha know. High School English Teacher & all that janx.
I'm a native Dallasite, you see. A converted Cowboys fan (I told you it was complicated! ). When Jessica Simpson dated Tony Romo, I understood the significance of that union more than most. She's from Dallas; he's from Wisconsin. Ironic? No, but darned coincidental...
And when they broke up, I took the dissolution of the relationship as a bad sign for Big D.
Don't cry for me, Tony Romo. You dumped your GF the day before her birthday. And Brett Favre dumped you yesterday. In fact, the Vikes knocked your beady little eyes right out of your head.
One more thing...in the wake of the Jets win over San Diego, I guess I'll be wearing that #4 Brett Favre Jets jersey to Our Humble High School tomorrow. And reveling in the irony of that as well, sports fans!
So, until we meet again...I'll see y'all on Twitter next Sunday, hear?