I was one of those kids.
I never had to witness the horrors of growing up watching the Packers in the '70s and '80s.
It was the '90s, and with Favre, things were just sitting pretty.
We had two Super Bowl appearances, with one Super Bowl win, and winning season after winning season—all the while watching games with my dad, who was just happy he could watch the Packers games without feeling miserable.
We owed this to the wonderful and infallible Brett Favre.
It was the 2000s, and Favre was still making us proud. He was throwing the ball around like he was a kid, and whenever the season ended, we would just pray that he would keep going for one more season.
In 2005 we had a miserable season but we just told ourselves it was the injuries, and we could see that Brett could still play his heart out, and it was for our team—he was loyal to us—and we worshipped him.
He proved to all of us that he still had it in 2007, taking the youngest team in the league to a 13-3 record, making us all proud, and we sung his praises. He lost in the NFC Championship game but it couldn't be his fault, as he was the one who brought us there. And surely he wouldn't retire because he was just too close to winning it all one last time.
But then he broke our hearts in a press conference, announcing his retirement with tears, bringing us to tears with him. I hated his decision but realized he had to finish eventually, and why not on the heels of the miracle season.
I even forgave him for wanting to come back in the summer, but realized the Packers had to move on with the next quarterback, as they had already made plans to move forward.
We had heard that he wanted his release so he could play for the Vikings, but I knew it couldn't be true, as our Brett was too loyal to us to make such a harsh move.
He went to the Jets, so we could cheer for him there, and it looked like he just might go all the way, but then was hurt at the end of the season. Now after his release, he is doing everything he can to get to the Vikings, and the curtain has fallen.
Before, he could do no wrong, but now he is voluntarily preparing to play for the enemy, as a turncoat. This is the one sin in all of football that cannot be forgiven.
Brett, I say to you, you have one chance to get out. You don't have to make an enemy of every Packer out there.
I know that nothing I can write—nothing I can do, nothing I can say—will make you change your mind if it is already made up.
I just put this question to you: Is it worth it? Is it worth alienating the people who worshipped the very ground you stood upon to get back at someone that you feel slighted you?
You can go to the Vikings Brett, but realize that this is one person who will never accept you back once you do.
And also realize that I am not alone.