Well fans, Sunday’s playoff games reminded me of something that happened last fall while pheasant hunting. I had made a nice shot on a crossing bird flying full out at maximum range. It folded right up, cart wheeled to the ground, and bounced. Out-of-business, I thought, but I was wrong. When the dog brought it over it was very much alive, and fixed me in a malevolent, beady-eyed glare. “Oh yeah,” said I, wrung its neck, and stuffed it into my jacket’s game pouch.
And there it stayed for the next half hour or so. I could feel it twitch from time to time, but didn’t bother with it any further, figuring it would soon expire without any further help from me. Wrong again. When I bent down to attend to some loose boot laces, it popped out and ran off into the brush, plenty spry though now a mere pedestrian with its injuries. We just barely chased the bird down before it got through a fence.
There’s a lesson for the Cheeseheads – when you’ve got your opponents by the throat, don’t let go until they’re completely, not just partly dead. After the Jets rose from the tomb last Sunday, that lesson will not be lost on the Steelers either.
At this early stage, the Pack has been installed as a 2 1/2 point favorite, which about jibes with my thinking. Those defenses are approximately equal, and I think that Aaron Rodgers is the better QB, running a more versatile and dangerous offense. My caveat for the fans over in Cheese Nation, however, is what might the curiously flat and lack luster performance of Rodgers in the second half at Soldier Field portend? The interception to Urlacher made me think of – who was that guy? – oh yeah, Brett Favre. Is there some sort of curse operating here? Will history repeat itself? Is the Cheese doomed by some relentless, unappeasable, bad karma?
Bet on Green Bay, but hedge that by laying some money down at long odds that the Steelers will win at the last second off a bonehead throw by Rodgers.