A legendary, sure fire, first ballot Hall of Fame quarterback is in the twilight of his amazing career. He overcame huge obstacles to achieve incredible success. He quarterbacked the same team so long that his name and the teams name became synonymous. Then, he’s told by management that his understudy can wait no longer. They truly believe that the guy who’s been carrying the clipboard for the last 4 years is primed and ready. His understudy is their future and, despite his MVP trophies, despite what he’s meant to the franchise, they opt to trade him to a team in another conference.

You think I’m writing about Brett Favre, don’t you? I’m not. Joe Montana is the subject of my first paragraph. “Yeah, but it’s different with Favre,” you say. Well, you’re right and you’re wrong. Montana never engineered a trade to the 49ers’ arch enemies, the Dallas Cowboys. But, just like Favre, Montana could not believe that the 49ers went out and found his replacement before he was gone. Remember that Montana was still winning MVP trophies when the 49ers signed Young. And Young was a backup for 4 years, not 3 like Aaron Rodgers. Just like Favre and Rodgers, Montana and Steve Young never became friends. And just like Favre, Montana was done in by management eager to move on.

So how did it turn out? Well, Montana proved that he still had something left in the tank, as he led the Kansas City Chiefs to the AFC Championship game in 1993, his first year in KC, but they lost to the Buffalo Bills. He was even named to his final Pro Bowl after the 1993 season.
Did he ever get to play his old team? Yep. In 1994, a 38 year old Joe Montana got to face the Niners and the guy who replaced him. In that week 2 match-up Montana led the Chiefs to a 24-17 victory over Steve Young and the San Francisco 49ers.

He retired after that season and was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame. So, what about Steve Young? He was named NFL MVP twice and won one Super Bowl. The next three seasons saw Young and the 49ers eliminated in the playoffs by a young up and coming team led by their stud quarterback. That young stud quarterback is now a 39 year old and his first chance for revenge is coming Monday night. Game on.

WISN12’s Andy Kendeigh stopped by today and we talked about his new book, The Best Wisconsin Sports Arguments, which has now become a never ending source of debate around the radio ranch.

Some of the topics include;

What’s the Greatest Number in Wisconsin Sports? That’s an easy answer. Number 4 was worn by Favre, Molitor and Moncrief. ‘Nuff said.

What’s the Worst Idea in Wisconsin Sports History? Personally, I think it’s when The University of Wisconsin, of the mighty Big 10 Conference, eliminated baseball from the program. Especially when you consider how many MLB players have come from the state.

Who’s the Packers’ Biggest Rival, the Vikings or the Bears? After the Bengals beat them at Lambeau I’d have to say the Packers are their own worst enemy right now. Bottom line, despite Favre, is Da Bears.

So, go get the book and get ready to begin the arguing.

And now I have to get back to writing my new book;

The 96.5 Best Wisconsin Radio Arguments, with topics like;

Should Radio Stations start playing Christmas Music on October 1st or wait all the way ‘til Halloween?

What radio stunt is dumber; sitting on a billboard or being buried alive?

What ‘KLH Morning Show character do you miss more? Mr. Angry, Hoops, or The Marching Weathermen?

I’m going to go and sit on a ledge until I find a publisher.

We were on the air doing our show on 9/11/01 when the first reports came in that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center towers.

Within minutes we made contact with a Wisconsin native who was an air traffic controller in New Jersey. He was able to let us know that it wasn’t a commuter plane, as originally reported, but a huge commercial jet. He also said there was no way this was an accident. Within moments of that call, the second plane hit the other tower. It became apparent that America was under attack. We stayed on the air until the early afternoon before turning it over to the network feed. American lives changed that day and 9/11/01 became another date that will “live in infamy.”

It’s been 8 years and a bill was passed naming 9/11 as ‘Patriot Day.”   Americans tend to have  short attention spans and many simply prefer to ignore the day, hoping to put it out of their minds. Personally, I take a few minutes to pray for those who lost their lives that day and for their family members who live with the pain every day.

The following video is a compilation of the attacks of 9/11/01. Please be aware that the video contains some rough language but the raw emotion of the witnesses and the enormity and viciousness of the attacks is captured on tape. Lets never forget what “Patriot Day” is all about.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_kmfzwc5Pw

My name is Dave and I have a problem. I know that acknowledging it is the first step to recovery but I don’t want to recover. Is that wrong? Is that what all addicts say?

I guess I started like all other addicts do. It seemed innocent enough. I don’t THINK it was because of peer pressure, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that many of my friends and co-workers were doing it. “I’ll never do that,” is what I would tell myself. “My life is complicated enough” was my mantra. I understand it can get expensive and some people lose sleep over it. And with an alarm clock set at 3:00 a.m. I couldn’t afford to lose any more sleep. For years I passed up the temptation and even mocked those who had fallen under its spell. I’d tell Cindy about the offers to join in and I’d swear to her that I wasn’t interested. Secretly, though, I wanted to say yes. And in 2005, that’s exactly what I did. I agreed to join a Fantasy Football League.

Pretty soon I was knee deep. I joined another league, then another. I started subscribing to online websites and staying up to watch late night NFL games. I started studying depth charts and breaking players into different tiers in anticipation of my fantasy drafts. I started worrying about how my players were feeling. Not their emotional state, but whether that bum knee or ankle might cause them to miss a game.

I started trash talking other fantasy team owners and rooting for players on teams like the Bears (!) and Browns (???!!). “Come on, Braylon!” There are times I find myself rooting for a player when he’s playing my beloved Steelers or my adopted team, the Packers. I never want the Steelers or Pack to lose, but if my fantasy running back can at least get 80 yards and a TD on them, its football nirvana. The only thing more amazing would be if I would ever win an elusive fantasy league championship. I haven’t…yet. I think its karma’s way of biting me in the a** for all those years of mocking fantasy addicts.

Now September is here and those of us who are addicted are pretty easy to spot. On any given Sunday, Monday, and the occasional Thursday, you can find us gazing at our plasmas, LCD’s, laptops, Blackberry’s and I Phones, sometimes all at once. We are addicted and we don’t care. We need our fix.

I’ve tried to explain the obsession to the women in my life but I have failed. The closest I came was when I said it’d be like McDreamy knocking on your door each Sunday and he’s carrying flowers,  designer handbags and shoes. After that example, the girls went shopping. Unfortunately, Patrick Dempsey doesn’t know where any of you ladies live. That’s okay, ‘cause Tom Brady doesn’t know I’m his General Manager, either.