I wish I drank...

Sort of. I guess this is the night where I wish I had a way to not hate life for the next hour or two, which is where the alcohol could come in handy. In the end, though, I suppose I can get through the night without it. What a crummy way to lose though. Favre has a shot with 2:46 to play in regulation and does nothing. The Giants fumble the punt- and we don't recover. The Giants miss a field goal, we get the ball first, and Favre throws a pick. In the broad scheme of things, the Packers were better than they should have been all year, but you just can't let these chances slip away. Crummy game, crummy way to lose, and I blame Greg Gilbertson. Please email him your hatred and spite, he laughed in the face of football destiny and now the Packers are done for the season. While you are there also buy a CD, because besides being a Packers karmic nightmare, he is also a ridiculously talented musician. Only three months to the draft, and seven months to training camp. Go Brewers.