Finding Religion
Packers 0 - Patriots 35
Holy turfucken goose egg, Batman. Never mind that Ahman "Batman" Green was one of the many players on the offense who couldn't do jack shit on Sunday. Never mind that a kicker led us to our second scoreless outing at home in the same season for the first time since 1928. Never mind that the play calling did nothing to exploit the Pats' depleted secondary. Never mind that it was quite possibly the worst game ever.
Brett got hurt, and as a result, all of Packersdom is on its collective knees, praying to whatever deity they can get to listen.
Thing is, even before he landed on his elbow with less than two minutes left in the first half, Brett really just sucked in this game. He couldn't connect on any of his passes - he went just 5-15 for 73 yards, which is the worst I can remember him ever playing. He was a bit hobbled, with two bad ankles and an apparent groin injury from a late-week practice, but he just looked like he didn't know what he was doing, which was super-painful to watch. After he left, of course, Aaron Rodgers went in, but he wasn't much better. As it turns out, he played at least a quarter on a broken foot... so now he's out for the season.
What a nightmare.
So, when you might assume that Ingle Martin would go in on the (Buddha forbid) chance that Brett couldn't make his 252nd consecutive start, you'd be wrong. Today, we signed Todd Bouman as our all-of-a-sudden second-string QB. Martin must be ready to kill someone. (May I recommend Ted Thompson, Ingle?) Bouman has been a nobody in the NFL for nine seasons, most recently for the Saints (under Coach Oblio's tutelage before he'd bailed out to San Fran).
Cut to me praying that he doesn't have a chance to shine at all in Green Bay.
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