I wrote to you the other day about how Daddy got sick with Swine Flu just before you were born. Something in that letter made him very, very upset. He was appalled that I mistakenly wrote that the moment his fever broke had something to do with Brett Favre. It had nothing to do with Brett Favre!
In the interest of accuracy, I owe it your father to correct myself. His fever broke when the Buccaneers beat the Packers. The Final score was 38-28.
When he and I first started dating, I was under the impression that your father was a Packer fan. As it turns out, he's actually a Brett Favre fan. He has faithfully followed him from team to team, and has Favre Jerseys in every flavor: Packers, Jets, and now Vikings. He'll have to be the one to explain exactly why he was happy that the Buccaneers won that game, because quite frankly, I don't get it. It remains to be seen which team he'll be cheering for next year, assuming that Brett Favre finally retires for real.
Don't worry, I'm raising you to be a Bears fan.