It’s taken a little longer than normal to return to reality.
The feeling that the Green Bay Packers are Super Bowl XLV champions is still a bit surreal.
Sunday night we celebrated. In my case, a little too long.
Yesterday’s hangover was brutal. It was also the best hangover I’ve ever had.
Hell, I might still be hungover, but these are heady times, my friends.
A team that was beat up and often disappointing went and did something they weren’t supposed to, but we somehow knew they would do.
There’s no reason for anyone to talk about Brett Favre again. There’s no reason for Aaron Rodgers not to be called elite. There’s no reason not to like Ted Thompson and Mike McCarthy.
In fact, McCarthy will have a street in Green Bay named after him, now.
On that note, we return you to regularly-scheduled programming.