It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
President Theodore Roosevelt was a great man. Those were his words. Think about them before you put your dumb cheesehead on (which I never liked in the 42 years I was a Packer fan). I'd eat TR's shit before I'd give blood to Packer GM TT (Ted Thompson) and any of you hypocritical bastards (unless I know you and you're really bleeding to death...but I will charge you for it). I hope the Vikings kick the shit out of the Packers 2x and then I hope - as has happened in the past - that the domestic violence rate skyrockets and you all pummel the shit out of each other.
And if you're gonna be morons and burn or toss out your Favre GB jersey...don't be a total dumb ass. Give it to me or my brother.
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