Please, God, let this be the end of Aaron Rodgers

I was so close to being free of Aaron Rodgers. So, so close. There the Packers were at 4-8, with Rodgers being the same joyless asshole he’s been throughout his entire career: making frowny faces after every failed third down attempt, searching downfield in vain for Davante Adams only to find a succession of puds, spending more time with Pat McAfee than in the film room, and playing the worst football of his career. It was MAGNIFICENT, I tell you. Better than my wedding day. It was the time of my life, and it’s what Rodgers deserved after outing himself a season ago as a walking Substack.