I had my dad on speed dial after I played the Packers back in 2008.
We were the eventual AFC No. 1 seed. The opposing quarterback was a third-year kid with less than one season of experience. But my dad thought he was something special when he took back-to-back summer trips up in Wisconsin, watching him warm up with Brett Favre. I was calling to tell him he was right all along.
"Oh, I know, Christopher," I remember him saying. "The first year, he looked OK. The second year, I went up there and he looked so comfortable.