Aaron enters the abyss that is New York City, to toss around Super Bowl chances that get greater with each new (former teammate) signing. And fans? Green Bay has about 5 percent of the people as in The Big Apple area, so applaud. Rodger that. (And not to be a smart aleck, but there is another Aaron alert in Notes From The Beat. And also Coach B coulda used another Turdy Point Buck).

First there was Favre and now this.
The ghost of Curly Lambeau is rolling over in his grave. He never would have forsaken The Pack.
At least Aaron Rodgers did not go Purple, so on goes their plight to purge at that position.
But now past his career’s apex, the Big Apple awaits. And the former Green Bay QB is going to take as much of a bite out of it as he can. And he has been at large. Before officially donning the green of the Jets and the green it will bring his bank account. He has said he’ll be at half — a majority? — of the New York practices, at least for football, come training camp. Take that to mean a mere 51 percent. Half-staff as other adventures beckon. (Ask actress Alba, who was not fully known by a compadre while at courtside. A cornerback not the quarterback).

— The mind boggles with this latest sandwich eight-item-entry into the warm-weather market. See it in Picks of the Week.

And we are more in sync with Cinco de Mayo, sort of, even though as the Mexican population in the U.S. keeps increasing — and a buddy of mine and I just had a silly discussion on the new and milder-skinned minority — rank-and-file American foodies and drinkers more and more are steering away from this independence holiday.
But this is what you need to know if you do celebrate, then worry about the siesta later since it is a Saturday that follows. When even the most standard Mex-made-out-to-be drinks usually go for more than just $3, you can get that real good stuff on special on Cinco for that price at the Wild Badger in New Richmond, in an atmosphere that is more club than just standard pub.
But no definitive word on the local presence of mole poblana, the actually definitive max-out Mex, based on the history of the Battle of Pueblo, where Mexicans gained their freedom from a country that gets dissed again, that being France, (but not from American borders).
Turns out, forego tacos and margaritas, actually Mexicans on this holiday mash in ingredients such as sweet bread, a walnut-based cream sauce, pomegranite seeds, a chocolate blend with chilis, and even something I’d not heard of called papalo herbs.
And that mole poblano, it is baked with corn leaves and banana husks, (oops, I got those two greens transposed). —

 

As this is His indeed Coming Out Party, like we have never seen, and an Aaron party it has been. Taking The City That Never Sleeps to another level. Taking in more than one sporting event a night? And if overtime is needed, so much the better. There will still be a last call after that last period. But there would be no (early eliminated) Bucks, although he (now) has the bucks to splurge for an Adrian Peterson-style get-together with a hundred or two of his closest friends. And even in downtown Hudson, the relatively frequent sightings of Rodgers lookalikes has picked up, although some have a grayer (in takes) and longer beard if taking in, what, a ZZ Top tribute band in town? And that guy over at Hudson Tap was also in this vein, throwing out a John Wick take on it.
Back at the start of all this lengthy rearrangement, and you could say it goes back as far as grunge, (just kidding), there was the signing of a first key wideout as part of the messiah series, so you’ve got The Jets Lazard in what could be compared to The Jesus Lizard. The bard references an old alt band.
Of course that was only the start of such signings, of all considered Rodgers friendly. Linemen too. Backs of all kinds, half and full but no quarter, playing all kinds of positions. And a new QB coach? A full one-quarter of the players in the NFL were considered to be brought in, (again just kidding), as when you are in football as long as Rodgers you entail an elaborate entourage. So many having played with Rodgers and could be part of a Super Bowl run, which was not thought a possibility a few weeks, or months, ago. About the only one still holding out is The Waterboy as in Adam Sandler (just kidding a third time).
After the third day, the groundhog saw his black shadow. Oh wait, that was the much more cerebral signal-caller coming out of His First Darkness Retreat, (and give him kudos for coming out with that action in a largely non-thinking society). And Jets flew overhead. Being piloted by Rodgers himself? But no, as even Aaron cannot fly more than one at once. But he had reached a state of enlightenment after being in close consultation with … himself. Now Jet City Man. Just watch out for (hibernating) Bears in that cave. As we waited for his decision for what seemed a whole (post)season.
But methinks during his retreat, Rodgers could not have read the Jets playbook to see if playing into his future was long passes, not easy screens, because after all … he was in darkness.
Just contemplate the meaning of life. And rich football players in it. Talk about living in a cave.
But back in Titletown, the replacement QB in Love got a contract extension, show him some love as Jordan, but not as Rivers, as in Philip.
But the extension is only for one year — and the Green Bay brass has said they won’t expect Jordan Love and his style of play to be another Aaron — so maybe they think Rodgers might indeed play a Favre and come back?
However, recently, the Jets have declined their option with some players at other positions, but not as vital, although indeed bulky.
But for now, as in last night, Randall Cobb comes clinging back, too.
What goes around comes around, like a hook and go.

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