"Sorry I'm not sorry"

As I logged in to blog last night and clicked the little URL link at the top of the page that says "new post," I quickly learned that the site was on hiatus and would be until "the proper maintenance is completed." Sure, I was a little salty because a lot was on my mind that I wanted to share with you but as long as it doesn't happen again I can forgive and forget. I mean, it feels wrong to be upset with someone/something when its this gorgeous outside. I apologize for the break in the blog, as well as for my first post being deleted. Due to the maintenance all entries posted after May 11 at something stupid like 7:33 AM would be removed. Who knows.

Anyways, before I begin to say what's in my head I just wanted to mention that as I begin this post I am listening to LMFAO's Party Rock Anthem because it is indeed a Friday and this song for some reason makes it feel like the weekend. I encourage all of you to stop reading right now and watch the video if not for the song itself (even though I think it is catchy and enjoy the techno beats) but to watch and appreciate what the performers and members of the group do during it. They are all phenomenal dancers, and my favorite part is right after the blonde chick does her little number. You'll see what I mean when you watch. So yesterday with my 8:30 class and after getting back to my room I started surfing ESPN.com as I always do to see if anything caught my eye. Something most certainly did, and it of course had to do with Brett Favre.

Now, as many of you know, but if some of you do not, I live and die with the Green Bay Packers. I do everything I can in order to try and watch their games on Sundays in the fall or whenever they play during the season. Following the 2007 season, one of the most beloved Packers of all time, Brett Favre, announced his retirement from the game he loves. We all remember that speech. Sure, I'll admit it. The dude was one of my idols growing up. I loved to watch him play, the way he enjoyed the game, and the way Packer Nation adored him. I mean, he was the first NFL player to win three consecutive MVP awards ranging from the years of 1995-1997, brought Green Bay Super Bowl XXXI and started literally every game after Mike Holmgren decided to start him late in the 1992 season until he left the organization in '07. Who wouldn't love someone with that kind of success?

Now if you have read the article I alluded to earlier you know where I'm going with this. Since Favre's departure in 2007, the man has since played for the New York Jets and Minnesota Vikings (that is, the division rival Minnesota Vikings) with completely idiotic and honestly really annoying off-seasons between each one. After announcing his retirement in 2007 from Green Bay, he decided, hey wait. I can and still want to play. So he signed with the Jets. After the 2008 season? Same story. After finding a home in Minnesota and making Packer fans cringe by beating them twice in the 2009 season, Favre lost the NFC Championship game to the eventual champ New Orleans Saints. How'd that game end for him? Oh ya know, the typical: getting hurt and throwing an interception on his final pass of the game. Typical Favre. By this time everyone including myself is getting sick and tired of listening to everyone on ESPN talk about him and if he is coming back. He does, and his final (so he swears) season in the National Football League was one to forget this past year. Tarnished legacy? In Packers lore absolutely, at least for now.

Yeah, Green Bay fans will probably look past how he left and what he did in his time post-Green Bay to accept team president and CEO Mark Murphy's decision to retire his number 4. I've been fighting internally about this ever since he started playing for the Jets back in '08-how would I feel when this day comes? After some intense rumination on the subject, I am going to have to go with my gut feeling and say that I side with Murphy's decision with my reasonings being this: Mr. Murphy, along with GM Ted Thompson did draft and mold Aaron Rodgers, the savior to the Favre debacle. I trust his judgement. I trust what he is doing in the front office because he built the Super Bowl XLV winning Packers up mainly from the draft and kept stone-faced Mike McCarthy around to help facilitate.

As I said before, I loved Brett. I own a white number 4 jersey that bares his name on the back and probably will never rid myself of it for the chance that I will someday have the opportunity for him to sign it. The man owns numerous NFL records, including passing touchdowns, passing attempts, passing completions, passing yards, and interceptions to just name a few. He deserves it. Of course, when he was in the I'm retired-I'm not retired stage over the past few years it drove me nuts because I felt he was just doing it to keep his name in the paper and on TV. And you can't tell me he hates having the interception record. His name is in the record books for something else. More recognition. So the retiring of his number is acceptable in my mind for what he has done and accomplished as a member of the only community-owned franchise in American sports. I feel confident a vast majority of Packer die hards will accept this as well, for a lot of the same reasoning.

As a quick side note, I'd quickly like to share with you something else that happened yesterday, on the Oval. A few members of the Penthouse (aka the self-proclaimed name of the top floor of my dorm at OSU) as well as myself made our way over to the Oval Beach again yesterday afternoon to enjoy frisbee tossing, football throwing, and some significant Bro-time. Now, everyone should know that frisbee tossing is a delicate art, and one that I must say I am not the best at. I'd rather shoot a ball through a hoop. But regardless, at times the frisbee goes places that you don't intend it to. As was the case yesterday. (Mentally prepare yourselves for a rant-I promise there won't be any swear words Momma.)

I was tossing the frisbee around with the guys, enjoying the magnificent weather and catching a little more sun. A throw went awry, and hit the ground in such a way that it rolled on its side towards a woman who was sitting around with her friends. The frisbee hit her side, at a velocity that wouldn't even hurt a baby. Now, I'm just a rookie at this, but in my time here at The Ohio State University if your form of entertainment (i.e. frisbee, baseball, football) gets away from you and goes into an area where someone you don't know resides they either toss it back to you to who you want to throw it to, you apologize for the inconvenience and move on. Well, this lady apparently didn't get that memo. As I walked up to her, preparing to apologize I clapped my hands together, entreating her to toss it back my way. She wasn't having any of that and scoffed at me and dropped the frisbee further away from me. A little stunned, I walked up and apologized and picked up the frisbee only to hear her say and I quote, "Yeah, you better be. Don't you hit me again." Ok, my bad. Sorry I'm not sorry that the frisbee barely touched you and that is was a complete accident. Sorry I'm not sorry that my friends and I are enjoying life on a Thursday at the Oval Beach and it was not our intention for it to hit you. Sorry I'm not sorry that I pay my tuition just like you do, so therefore am entitled to enjoy the Oval in the way that I want to (legally of course). Sorry I'm not sorry that my buddies and I are being active and running around to work up a little sweat while all you have done is dump around and watch us like a hawk to make sure we stay out of your area. Sorry I'm not sorry that you are literally sitting right next to the intersection of about four pathways where people walk, bike, and the occasional "pack" of dogs (inside joke-Room 304) lumber past you, slobbering all they have everywhere. Sorry I'm not sorry that at this public place on campus I chose to throw a frisbee and it just happened to bounce over to you. Apparently I didn't get the Facebook notification that you are better than I am, and therefore I must do everything to ensure your enjoyment on this day. I promise I will work on it. (end rant)

After this little incident, I walked over to the guys and said I was leaving due to the sudden strong urge to not have to deal with those who did not want me there. They understood, citing that they saw the whole thing unfold and asked what she said to me. We left soon thereafter, with the hawk still eyeing us to make sure she could enjoy her time even more now that we were gone. Oh well, I guess some people are just like that. May God Bless them.

That's basically what's been going on in my head the past 36+ hours or so, and I am so glad that I finally got to release them to you, because I couldn't help myself when I was trying to sleep last night from coming up with more and more to say today. I hope it did not bore you, because looking back I now notice the length of this post.

As a side note, I'd like to recognize a friend who lives in my dorm for coining the phrase "Sorry I'm not sorry." I cannot take credit for that, and she was the first person I heard say it.

Side note #2: the new background is a photo of two very integral parts to Green Bay's playoff and eventual Super Bowl XLV victory in Aaron Rodgers and Clay Matthews. They are rejoicing in the ambiance of the Lombardi Trophy and Rodgers' championship belt. I deemed it necessary for the pure fact that I was ecstatic about the Super Bowl win and love Aaron Rodgers' swag.

Enjoy your weekend!

Proud Buckeye and sports enthusiast,

Eric Seger

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