I love the Packers and initially the song for them was to be laughably laudatory: “Packers: mighty and glorious! Seldom but victorious!” Then Reggie’s big fucking mouth, along with his ignorant a-hole homophobia and dipshit notions of racial harmony—“The Orientals, why, they can turn a TV into a watch!”—got the best of him. Ultimately though, it’s Reggie’s almost unbelievably childish understanding of his relationship to his maker that really makes him compelling: the idea of God rewarding Reggie’s devotion with Packer victories is just too wonderful to resist. I myself consider it a victory for agnosticism each week that my non-prayers for White’s absence from the public stage (not to mention the Packers’ line-up) continue to be honored.