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The Greek Freak struts around the Lambeau Field tailgate party grills rocking a mink coat, gold earrings, and six diamond necklaces.
This week he signed a $228 million deal to stay in Wisconsin with the Bucks.
“Hey, there’s the Freak,” said Favre to Rodgers. “Let’s fight later and postpone our big toss competition until later. Need to check out the Freak’s bling.”
Over they strut to the George Foreman Grill area.
“Hey Freak,” says Favre. “You’re a freak. Bring a title to our state and you’ll be as big a freak like me.”
“And me,” added Rodgers.
Stephen A. shows up. He’s disgusted at the sight of the grilling of turduckens.
“Fry me up some bodaciously bodacious barbecue ribs right away,” he said.
The Foreman Five breakdance. The Jackson Five, who had been playing in the parking lot earlier in the day, pull up in their Jalopy vehicle.
Stephen A., the Greek Freak, and the Foreman Five jump in.
“Our road to the Super Bowl caravan needs to take off for our next destination,” says Favre. “Off to New Orleans for the Saints and Chiefs game this Sunday.”
The Beverly Hillbillies car pulls up. Favre jumps in.
“You’re too California rich boy to ride with the Hillbillies,” says Favre to Rodgers.
The lead car in the caravan, the Wienermobile, pulls up. George Foreman Senior heaves his grills into the back trunk and gets in. John Madden sits in the front passenger seat as Frank Caliendo drives. Sammy Sportface gets in the back seat with George Senior.
“Follow the Wienermobile,” says Favre from the Hillbillies car. “They’ll get us to New Orleans.”
“These ribs are galactically grandly grossly gorgeous,” says Stephen A. “Step on it, Tito. Don’t let the Wienermobile get away from us. Need to keep my eye on Sportface. Step on it, damnit. I’m not kidding around.”
Tito and the fellas fondle the Freak’s bling.
The caravan gets on the highway heading south towards New Orleans.
Ten miles in, they see a man with a long beard in running shorts and a baseball cap jogging down the street. He starts to follow the caravan.
“Can you believe this?” asks Madden. “I mean I mean, boom, we’re riding to New Orleans for the Chiefs game his weekend with the Greek Freak and then, I mean, boom, there’s this guy that you just wouldn’t believe, I mean, we’re riding along and then, boom, there’s this guy running behind us and it’s boom, I mean Forrest Gump. Only Brett Favre could make this happen.”
To be continued…
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