Passing the torch

If you’re a regular reader of this column, you probably know I’m a Green Bay Packers fan (You also probably display symptoms of a borderline personality disorder, but that’s an issue for another time). I’ve rooted for the green and gold my whole life, with almost half of it taking place in what we now know as the “Favre Era.”

I loved Brett Favre. From the time I was ten years old until my mid-twenties, Favre was virtually the only constant in my life. No matter what happened in the ever-changing, crazy world in which I was growing, No. 4 was always under center for the Pack. But as the years wore on, as Favre’s whiskers whitened and his cadence gathered more gravel, I began worrying. Anxiety about life-after-Favre crept into my mind and grew stronger with each passing year. How do you replace a legend?

When the inevitable parting between Favre and the Packers finally came, I was crushed. I was almost certain the franchise was headed into another 30-year slump. But as I, and the rest of the world, soon found out, Aaron Rodgers is pretty good, too. Even though Rodgers seems to be the polar opposite of Favre in every way — on, and off the field — he’s achieved the same level of success and accomplishment as his gun-slinging forbearer, and he’s become just as beloved by Packers fans.

As you may know, the issue of The Lorian you’re presently reading is our final edition of the academic year. More significantly to this section, it’s the final edition for senior Ryan Graham as sports editor. If you’ve at all enjoyed reading The Lorian’s sports section over the past few years, Ryan is probably the reason why. His back-page editorial is a first-stop for many of our readers, and his layout skills are the reason this section bears such a sleek, professional appearance every week. And if you read his piece on Holly Klein in Monday’s Telegraph Herald, you know the kid can tell a story, too.

In just a few short weeks, Ryan will graduate from Loras and hand this section’s reins over to me.

I’ve learned many things while holding the clipboard for Ryan this year. He introduced the phrase “grindy white guy” into my sports writing lexicon. He taught me that almost anything in the sporting world can be equated with genocide in the right context. He taught me how to strengthen genocide jokes by repeating them in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS. Now that I’m thinking about it, a great deal of the lessons I’ve learned from Ryan revolve around genocide. There was something about a “style guide,” and he mentioned journalistic principles once, but it was mainly genocide.


I’ll carry these valuable lessons with me as I assume the role of sports editor in the fall.

But just as Aaron Rodgers didn’t abuse Vicodin or send below-the-belt selfies to sideline reporters while he was making a name for himself, I’ve got to do it my own way.

I want to apologize in advance to any of our readers who might be NBA fans. You’ll find nothing on the subject in this section next year. While our outstanding coverage of Duhawk basketball will continue, you’ll have to log on to next season for HOT TAKES on the fractured spine Derrick Rose is sure to suffer during a layup drill in October.

I’ll also offer advance apologies to any of you who are fans of any Chicago-based, pro-sports clubs — and I’m aware that about 98% of you fall under that classification. I just plain don’t like your teams, and I’m not great at disguising it.

Let’s see, who else? Cat people, I’ll probably write something offensive about them. And vegans. Single moms, maybe. We’ll see.

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