Oh Lord, I forgot this fuckin’ guy would slide out of the woodwork.

I really want to know what Aaron Rodgers did to Jermichael Finley. At this point he is known more for the shit he has talked about Aaron than anything he ever did on the field. You can bet if there is a story going on about Rodgers being a bad teammate Finley is quoted in there somewhere.

Greg Jennings: Aaron Rodgers is sensitive and holds grudges

I refuse to read the B/R story unless they are unionized.

Total nonsense. The Packers didn’t win additional Super Bowls because of the Defense. Rodgers didn’t blow a huge lead against Seattle, didn’t let Kaepernick run wild and didn’t let Atlanta have chunk play after chunk play.

Every single one sourced as “a person formerly close to Rodgers” is absolutely Jordan.

Well, here’s your problem. Why did nobody tell me the Packer’s president is just Mark Davis wearing a hat?

The Packers worst season offensively was when McCarthey let Tom Clements call the plays. I’m guessing that’s when the “let’s go with what Aaron wants to run” was tried.

I’ve never been more confident in anything than I am in Jordan Rodgers being at least three of these anonymous sources.

So if it turns out Kogut is a crooked ref, does he get the money back?

congrats to Splinter for bringing this to light, showing once again that sunlight is the best way to combat Ricketts

You should also be LIVID over the fact that he has as many super bowl victories as every single one of your coaches over the last half of a century combined.

Owner here. I’m happy, though admittedly I’ve been in the “let’s just keep doing this” camp for the last couple of years. McCarthy was a lot better than Sherman or Holmgren.

It’s a real shame that McCarthy overthrew an open receiver on a play that could have won the game. He should work on that.

I am hoping that this comeback will be called “The Cart” from now on.  

This is unrelated but Mike McCarthy needs to start taking care of himself.  Being an NFL coach isn’t the most relaxing profession and he looks like a cheese curd away from a heart attack.

I’m in a perfectly cubic white room. No windows. No doors. Two cribs are set up next to each other. One labeled “Baby Hitler” the other labeled “Baby Aaron Rodgers.” On a table I find a revolver with a single bullet. I point the gun at my own head and blow my brains out because I do not wish to alter the course of…