What makes a person a Hall of Fame person?

It’s hard to know because, frankly, until a few days ago, I was not aware of the existence of the People’s Hall of Fame.

But ever since Woody Johnson went and referred to Fav-ruh as a Hall of Fame person, the concept has been on my mind quite a bit.  What could possibly make Fav-ruh uniquely qualified for such an honor?  Better yet, if he’s qualified, in what way am I not?

I’ve looked into it a little, but it’s hard to get much information out of anyone about this whole operation.  I guess they like to keep their selection process pretty hush hush.  So, I’ve decided that since this is a Hall of Fame for people, I’m going to let you, the people, decide who is better qualified for induction: Me or Fuv-ruh.  Once you, the people, have spoken, I will scour the Midwest until I find this PHOF headquarters.  Then, I will descend upon them and demand that your voices be heard.

That is, unless Fav-ruh wins, in which you guys can just do it yourselves.

See below for a quick look at each of your candidates.  When you’re ready to vote, you may do so using the poll beneath it.  Only vote once.  Unless you’re certain that the accomplishments of your candidate far outweigh the accomplishments of her competitor.

• My last name is spelled Greenberg.  It’s pronounced Greenberg.
• Fav-ruh’s last name is spelled Favre.  It’s pronounced Farv.

• For those of you who are long-time readers of my blog, you may remember that time I almost gave that 12-year-old boy on a bike the finger for no good reason.  I didn’t.
• Brett Fav-ruh tricked us into thinking he was going to retire. He didn’t

• I rescue dogs.
• Fav-ruh kills turkeys for sport and then leaves them in people’s lockers.

• I write a funny blog that makes people laugh.
• Fav-ruh kills turkeys for sport and then leaves them in people’s lockers-which he believes makes people laugh.

• When I have something important to tell someone, I sit that person down and tell him to his face.  Or to his facebook account.  Which is almost the same.
• Fav-ruh sends an e-mail.  Or a text.

• I gave the world the expression, “That guy’s got hands like tits.”
• Fav-ruh gave the world cheese heads.  Green ones.

• I never met Chad Pennington, but if I did, I know I’d treat him with the  respect and courtesy he deserves.
• Fav-ruh did meet him.  He stole his job.

• I threw twenty-two pieces of recyclable materials into the appropriate bins this month.  Because I hate environmental degradation.
• Fav-ruh threw twenty-two interceptions this season.  Because he hates studying his playbook.

• I weep for the misfortunes of others.
• Fav-ruh weeps.  He just weeps.

It’s a tough choice; I know.

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