Brett Favre does not enjoy the company of armadillos
A. Isaac On a recent trip to coddle superstar Brett Favre, Vikings coach Brad Childress got a little more than he bargained for. Ignore for a moment that Brett vacillated on his decision to come back, because well, that’s what Brett does and focus on his Mel Gibson like rage towards your friendly, neighborhood armadillo.
“…What the hell is that?’ This thing kind of shows up and looks like it’s going to hit the car. Brett goes, ‘It’s an armadillo.”
Now he’s accelerated the car toward the house and he says, ‘I’m going to get that SOB. I thought I got rid of him. They eat grubs. Just tear the heck out of the grass.”
He lets Deanna out of the car. We jump in his truck. He’s got two guns in the back seat of his truck. We go back down the road to find the thing. He pulls out a flashlight. It’s like a police flashlight. I say, ‘That much light comes out of that flashlight?’
“He’s looking over here, over there. We look over and now it’s crossed the creek and coming over the road. He grabs his gun and goes, “Boom, boom, boom.” Then he goes, ‘Goshdangit.’ Now he’s thinking about whether to set a trap. Now he’s got the armadillo in his head.”
Evidently, that’s what goes on down South. Up here, if us Yankees drove around with guns in the backseat of our truck, we’d “Plaxico Burress” ourselves straight into a prison for two years.
And I can’t wait for PETA to inject themselves into this story in the next few days. The hilarity of their armadillo signs and costumes alone will be enough to provide entertainment for at least one Sunday outside the Metrodome. I’m personally pulling for this chick to make an appearance.
Brad Childress went armadillo hunting on Brett Favre’s Mississippi ranch [USA Today]
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