The Pack’s Christmas Eve win at the Biqueens’ joint was sublime and will live long in the memory. It’s so much easier to look back at sweeping the ‘Queens this season with pride rather than remembering how tough these games were to watch. Both teams are pretty bad and will be swept aside in the playoffs in short order–but still, I’d rather gloat with two wins where Favre engineers game-winning drives while bubble-butt Culpepper sits on the sidelines and watches. Ha!

In less happy news, Christmas week robs of us of another iconic figure, that of Reggie White. While White’s contribution to my personal development pales in comparison to others who died this week in recent history (see below), I still remember the moment I heard Reggie had signed for the Packers. I was a freshman at UW-Madison; I remember it well because I (along with most of the country) didn’t fully believe a player of his calibre would come to G.B., and because the guy who told me the news died in a car accident during the summer break before sophomore year. One of those things that sticks in your head, I guess.

Remember Super Bowl XXXI? That was great. Remember that second play, Favre’s bomb to Rison? Yeah, that was great, too.

I received a 20GB iPod from my always generous inlaws and I was digging it right up to the point when it crapped out for no appartent reason. I was a bit worried that Apple products wouldn’t play nice with the PC and it’s been a challenge but I’d finally fiddled around enough that I was happily downloading from Real Player. I filled it halfway up (about 9 GB of music, a process that took several hours to transfer) when the unit magically reformatted itself and no longer viewed MP3′s as an acceptable format. Hmmmm. I reset the unit and armwrestled with it a bit more until I could again download music but I’ll never get that time back. Highly, highly annoying. I think I’m going to bring it back for a new unit just in case–I will go completely mental if it happens again, but of course I can’t resist the temptation to load it up before our trip to Chicago for New Year’s.

Finally, it hardly needs to be mentioned but damn, Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas is addicting in a number of areas. Hours melt away once you get started (especially once one starts gang warfare and begins taking over rival ‘hoods), but on top of that I feel like my personal diction has taken a nosedive and I’m listening to lots of gangsta’ rap. I’m downloading Ice Cube as we speak and I must have listened to “F— Wit Dre Day” a few hundred times.

Did I mention I got a Tec-9 for Christmas?