I'm a die-hard, full-fledged, life-long cheesehead, daughter of a cheesehead father from Wisconsin. I was born and raised on the Ms. Gulf Coast and went to college at USM a few years before Favre. I have a Packer's tire cover on my Jeep, and my office is filled with Packer paraphernalia. I have more Packer clothing than I can list. So, why is everyone so delighted to kid me about Favre's retirement? Do these same people enjoy kicking injured kittens too? I heard the news when I hit the office door this morning by way of sneering co-workers and a barrage of HA HA emails and phone calls. It's not funny to me. It's sad. It's devastating. It's disappointing. But it's not funny. I guess I don't feel so stupid for walking around on the verge of tears all day, considering how the NFL players and soldiers in Afghanistan took the news: Yeah, he's just an athlete, but he's meant a lot to me over the years. So I salute you Brett Favre. I'm glad you're still young and healthy, and free to enjoy the lazy days in our beautiful coastal home.