I think I have Favre stigmata

When I woke up a little while ago (my 4-year-old got sick last night and I was up until 6 a.m. watching over him), I noticed I had a strange, reddish dot on my right arm near my elbow.

It looked sort of like an ink blotch, but it didn't add up. I had long sleeves on all day yesterday and into the night. It looked a little like a spider or bug bite, but there was no visual evidence of a distinct bite mark. I rubbed at it and nothing happened.

Then it dawned on me. My blotch is in the exact spot where Brett Favre was hit in the Packers-Cowboys game last night. Could it be? ... Favre stigmata?

Why am I the chosen one?

I am a Packer fan and I was excited about the game, but I wasn't breathless about it. I told many of my co-workers I thought the Cowboys would win because it was at Texas Stadium. Are the Packers gods punishing me?

On the other hand, is it because I pleased the Packers gods when I invoked the name of Lynn Dickey when I fast-forwarded through my DVR'd game last night when I noticed a No. 12 behind center. I think I said, "What the fuck is Lynn Dickey doing in there? ... And how'd he get so thin?"

I guess I'm not supposed to understand the Favre stigmata, only to accept it.

 

Take a handful of Vicodins and call Mark Chumura in the morning. Then we'll talk.

 

Mark Chumura is already at his neighbor's house, in the hot tub.

 

Packers are already saying Favre will play against the Raiders.

 

It could be a coincidence, but my stigmata washed away in the shower. I'm confident in the belief that my stigmata disappeared because of Favre's Lazarus-like rise from the dead.

Or that it was ink all along. Your choice.