PANDEMIC

I Despise Mr. Rodgers’ Neighborhood

It’s not a beautiful day when the NFL’s MVP is a lying COVIDiot

Back in the day, I pulled for the Green Bay Packers — because they were a football team that seemed more like a family, and less like a selfish group of entitled cry-babies.

Then, reality put the worst kinda smash-mouth play in motion. In the era of “Let’s Go, Brandon!” chants and bloated orange oafs who still pretend to president; in the wake of more than 755,000 Americans dead because the guy in charge cared only about himself, I decided I don’t care so much about the Packers anymore.

Because, you see, Mr. Rodgers — Super Bowl champ, three-time NFL MVP and the franchise quarterback — doesn’t care about his neighborhood anymore.

Never did I ever believe I’d come close to thinking this, but I agree — just a little bit — with right-wing harpie Laura Ingraham.

Well, not 100 percent. And, if it pleases the court of public opinion, I’d need to massage her verbiage just a tad to get it right. I’m not talking about LeBron James and his turn toward politics, but am instead referencing Green Bay quarterback Aaron Rodgers and his sharp right turn into the Land of Make Believe.

No, not “Shut up and dribble”. But for God’s freakin’ sake, shut the Holy Hell up, Mr. Rodgers, get vaccinated and just throw the damn football.

Some said it was a “bombshell”. But really, Mr. Rodgers laid a big fat egg.

Turns out he has been lying to us for quite some time. In August, Mr. Rodgers told the assembled media hanging on his every word he’d been “immunized”. And not one scribe there asked a follow-up question.

What, exactly, does that mean? Well, for starters, it means that Aaron Rodgers is a liar.

It means Mr. Rodgers is unvaccinated; that he’s a self-absorbed cretin who’s only in the game for himself; that he’s apparently afraid of a needle, although soon-to-be-grannies like Yours Truly have had the two required doses of Pfizer and a booster, to boot. Instead, Mr. Rodgers has been chugging ivermectin, that sheep and horse deworming crap, and listening to weirdo podcaster Joe Rogan for advice.

For the record, neither Mr. Rodgers nor Mr. Rogan are medical professionals. And even Rogan said on-air that he was “not a doctor. I’m not a respected source of information”.

I guess I’m part of the “woke mob” — and proud of it, too!

Mr. Rodgers, who was outed for lying about his COVID-19 vaccine status after getting infected with the insidious disease, had a few choice words to say to critics of his questionable life choices the last several months.

“I realize I’m in the crosshairs of the woke mob right now,” Mr. Rodgers said on a “The Pat McAfee Show” broadcast at the end of October on Sirius XM. “So, before my final nail gets put in my cancel culture casket, I think I would like to set the record straight on so many of the blatant lies that are out there about myself.”

Sorry, don’t want to dignify this discussion with the rest of what Mr. Rodgers unloaded on listeners, but it followed along in the same vein. He did some “research”; chugged some ivermectin at the suggestion of podcaster and COVID crazy Rogan, and pranced around maskless for months — both at practice, on team charters (which the NFL prohibits the unvaccinated like Mr. Rodgers from taking), at press conferences and even at a recent Halloween party.

Mr. Rodgers’ comments — in my humble opinion — sounded more like excuses penned by disciples of the bloated orange Former Guy, and not someone who chooses to believe the scientists in this incredibly important and life-defining equation.

Actually, Mr. Rodgers, I’m the one who feels “canceled” here.

I’ve been a Packers fan for decades; I’ve followed the team through feast and famine; I’ve been to more Packers Parties at my SIL’s house near Green Bay than Johnsonville has brats on the barbie at storied Lambeau Field; I’ve been to training camp, and I’ve gotten my jet-lagged carcass out of bed at the crack of dawn more than once to watch the Pack at my daughter’s Hawaii abode. Her hubby’s in the Navy there. Tough duty, I know.

Oh, and I guess I was one of gazillions of delusional fans who really believed that Mr. Rodgers could work some magic this season and carry the Pack back to a Super Bowl appearance. Whatever.

No apology needed, Mr. Rodgers. I’m skedaddling from your ’hood.

Mr. Rodgers got back on the airwaves and begged our forgiveness last week. He apologized, after a fashion, for not following the NFL’s pandemic protocols, and acknowledged that he had been misleading the team, the press and his fans.

Too little too late, Mr. Rodgers. You and your team have been fined a miniscule amount by the NFL for your dangerous behavior, but the worst could be yet to come. I’m choosing to cancel you, bud. And I hope like-minded Cheeseheads will follow my lead.

Who knows if the Packers have done any contact tracing, to see if Mr. Rodgers infected anyone else during his campaign of denial? Who knows if Mr. Rodgers will even play this coming Sunday? He’s been out for 10 days, and says he’s feeling better, but I’d be a tad leary of getting in a huddle with this creep and his COVID-denying self.

I hope the “woke mob” deserts you in droves, Mr. Rodgers.

Hey, I was a Dallas Cowboys fan before I found the Green Bay Packers. We used to ride our bikes down to the old Cowboys training facility at Forest Lane and Abrams. We’d go down to the Cotton Bowl on Sundays and get into Cowboys games for free at the end of the first quarter. Before they became “America’s Team” and I decided to Back the Pack.

But the Pokes might not be the way to go, either. Their owner, Jerry Jones, practically invented the term “fraud”, so there’s that.

I hear it’s gonna be a beautiful day in my neighborhood on Sunday. Think I’ll get outside and enjoy some fresh air. And try to stay away from any arrogant, unmasked COVIDiots who may happen my way.

I know one thing for sure: I won’t be cheering “Let’s Go, Aaron!” in front of the TV.