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There are some things you just don’t do. Things that you know will only lead to trouble, complicating your life and bringing you shame. Things like getting caught singing a Justin Bieber song, or snapping your undies out of your butt in public, or asking a woman when her due-date is only to find out she’s fat and not pregnant. These things aren’t exactly moral offenses, but they are so embarrassing they feel like moral offenses.
Well, I have a new one to add to the list. Getting a crush on a member of the Green Bay Packers when you are a Minnesota Vikings fan.
Yes, for a lifelong fan of the Minnesota Vikings, this is akin to farting loudly during a moment of silence at a memorial service. In fact, this crush brings the very purpleness of my blood into question. But, I can’t help myself.
Aaron Rodgers does that to me.
Now, you might be wondering any number of things, but, considering my nagging propensity for adding music to my articles, you might be wondering, “Is she going to use ‘Bad Romance’ by Lady Gaga or ‘Tainted Love’ by Soft Cell?” Well, I’m not going with either of those songs. Nope, today we’re rocking out with Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.
I place the blame for this ridiculous crush I have on Aaron Rodgers squarely at Brett Favre’s door. With all the other charges and allegations about him being flung around lately, I don’t think he’ll notice another one.
You see, after Brett Favre ruined so many Sunday’s for me when he played for the Packers, I was unprepared for what would happen when he actually left Green Bay. When he finally left the Packers there was a temporary vacuum where my malice had been and that, I believe, is how this started. With Favre gone from Green Bay, my ingrained dislike for the team was without focus. And, like a ninja, Aaron Rodgers’ cornflower blue eyes, impish grin, and emo-rocker beard were past my defenses.
Don’t judge me. So I find an athletic guy with a pretty face attractive—so what? Like all the guys out there watching women’s sand volleyball during the Olympics watch because they like the sport.
I think it’s fair to say that I’m hardly the only woman out there to have noticed that Rodgers is good-looking. Off-hand, I can think of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model who must have agreed with me, his ex-girlfriend Julie Henderson. Or maybe she was only looking at his multi-million dollar contract, hard to say.
However, I refuse to let my little crush on Rodgers color my judgment, I still want to see the Minnesota Vikings win. Much as I think Rodgers is dishy, he’s just one guy. It would take much, much more than that for me to not want to see the Packers lose. Honestly, it would probably take a miracle. I don’t think I’m physically capable of cheering for people wearing green and gold.
And if Jared Allen and the rest of the Vikings defense choose this week to rediscover the simple joy of sacking opposing quarterbacks, I’m perfectly okay with that—so long as they don’t damage Rodgers’ pretty face.