Aaron Rodgers Every Tuesday, we’ll sit down with one of the Packers players, coaches or administrators and spend some time getting a small glimpse into their lives away from football. For our inaugural edition, quarterback Aaron Rodgers told us about his tunes, his wheels, his game-day rituals and much, much more.
My favorite TV shows are “The Office” and “Entourage.” In my entourage, I’ve got a buddy who’s a Turtle for sure. And an E. I call him E sometimes, too.
On my iPod, I’ve been listening to Ryan Adams – Ryan, with an R, a singer-songwriter – and Ray LaMontagne a lot lately. Ryan’s awesome.
My all-time favorite movie is “The Princess Bride.” I’ve caught some flak for saying that in the past, but it’s still my favorite movie.
I drive a Toyota Tundra pickup, which got keyed in Milwaukee at a Brewers game. I firmly believe whoever did it knew it was me, too. There were people standing by my car. They were playing the Dodgers, and I wasn’t wearing any Dodgers stuff. But my buddy was wearing a Dodgers hat. They saw the three of us – I wasn’t wearing sunglasses; I was wearing a ball cap and a regular shirt – and they were tailgating right by where we parked. We got out of the car, walked right by them. I wasn’t 100 percent sure they recognized me, but it was one of those things where they kind of look at you. I get to my car at the end of the game, from the back tire to the front, keyed.
The first job I got paid for was working for the athletic director at my high school, which was really an easy job. We just worked the concession stands during basketball games and volleyball games during the winter, and then we cleaned up and did security at times as well. Growing up, my favorite team was the San Francisco 49ers because of Joe Montana.
When I have time to read, I read Outside, the magazine. Have you read it? I started reading it when I was rehabbing my broken foot after the 2006 season in my physical therapist’s office. He always had it there, and I loved it. I loved the pictures and the stories about the different places to go in the wilderness. So I started getting it.
One athlete I would pay to see play is (Boston Celtics guard) Ray Allen. I don’t want to be cliché and pick Kobe or LeBron or Tiger Woods. So, Ray Allen.
Fans don’t know how much I enjoy my personal life being private.
I have a Facebook page. But my friends are only people that I personally know.
If my house was on fire, the one thing I’d run back in to save would be my guitar. I’m getting better. I can play a few songs.
My favorite moment as a Packer was the reception as I ran off the field after the last game last year. But there’s a bunch. There’s one from every year. Like ’05, the guy running right past me in Cincinnati and grabbing the ball out of Brett’s hand at the end of the game. That was an amazing moment. But definitely the one that means the most to me was last year after the last game.
I always call my grandma and my grandpa before the game, as I’m driving to the stadium. I did it in college, too. Because they made just about every high-school game I played. They live in Ukiah, California, in Mendocino County. So the games they couldn’t go to because of the distance – they don’t fly, they only drive – I started calling them.
Splurged is not a great word. When I got my contract, I really wanted to do three things. I wanted to buy a house, buy a truck, and take care of my family. Really, in the reverse order – family, house, truck. But they way it happened was I bought a house, bought the truck, and we just finished the house for my parents in Chico. It was like a two-year process.
I wish I was better at relationships.
I’ve got a bunch of things on my bucket list. One of them is getting married.
If I were NFL commissioner, I’d shorten the preseason.
I live in San Diego, but I love to visit Nashville.
My best quality is also a quality that gets me in trouble sometimes, and that’s loyalty. I’m a very loyal person. I’m loyal to my friends, my family, but at the same time, because of that loyalty, sometimes people take advantage of my trust.
The most important thing my mom and dad taught me was to put God first.
I always play well when my grandma and grandpa are in the stadium. They may come to the Arizona game, the last game of the year. I hope so.
Compared to when I was a rookie, I’m so much more comfortable. I know what you’re thinking. I’m not going to go there.
My closest friend on the team – and I have a lot – but the guy I spend the most time with is A.J. Hawk. But my closest friend is my older brother, Luke. He’s 27. After he spent his first year in college in the dorms, he moved back in when I was a senior in high school, and we shared a room and got really close after that. The biggest thing is we support each other really well. It’s the unconditional love that you should have for a family member, because you’ve been through so much together. Our family got real close when we all moved back to Oregon and my dad went back to school. My brother, he’s a guy with a huge heart, and he always sees the best in people. When my career is over, I hope people say that I was as good a person as I was a player. And I hope to be a great player.
Then you’ve come to the right place! If you’re here for the first time, because of the contest, WELCOME! If you’re here because you read my writing blog and this was just the most recent post… bless you. Really. May your peanut butter jar never be empty… and also I might love you. And I mean that. I love both of you.
Anyway. Some of you have been waiting for this contest, others are just now hearing about it, and still others are reading this in a comatose state caused by sleep deprivation and really don’t know what’s going on. Whichever you are, here’s the skinny: Today (March 2) is my birthday! And because I’m so meh about it this year, I thought I might have a little giveaway, because I love giving things to people. So. Here are the “rules” you’ll have to follow in order to be elligible for this contest:
You must read the small story blurb that will come at the end of this post and continue it how your funny little brains deem necessary.
Your continuation can be as long as you want it to be, but must be no shorter than 1000 words.
Your continuation must be original. Please, no copyrighting.
When your continuation is complete - or as complete as you want it to be; the story does not need to be finished. You can leave it hanging, or conclude it, or type your thousand words and leave it open mid sentence… it’s up to you - you have to get it to me somehow. You can
And then you wait! I have to read all of the entries, and I’m assuming there will be a few. I don’t know how to put this, but this Aaron Rodgers cat is kind of a big deal.
You have until March 15 to get your submissions in. You can still e-mail me after March 15, you just won’t be entered in the contest. Even better, you can continue to read this blog after March 15, and leave comments and stuff. I won’t turn anyone away… I just can’t buy you all t-shirts.
After March 15, I will pick my favorite continuation, and that winner will be announced sometime in the last week of March. I know it’s not a hugely reassuring method; my The Make contest relied on a drawing and that was a much better way to do things… unfortunately, because of how this contest is set up, I can’t do that with this one. But I promise to be completely unbiased; I’m not going to favor my best friend over anyone else just because they’re my best friend. Jokes and everything aside, this is more or less a creative writing contest, and I take writing very seriously.
That’s it… that’s all you have to do! I will of course ask that you spread the word, so that as many people as possible can see this and participate, and I’d love to have more followers on this writing blog, but you aren’t required to do any of that. I know a lot of people get upset because some contests are rigged so that someone can get a ton of followers or notes or blah blah blah, this isn’t that kind of contest. I just really want to give stuff away, and get AaronRodgersStore.com some attention. If you feel like you need to follow someone, feel free to follow Aaron Rodgers Store on twitter. I encourage that like whoa. It’s a great place to check for any new designs or merchandise. So. Get at that.
Last thing I need to say before I get to the story blurb: I am not in any way associated with AaronRodgersStore.com or Aaron Rodgers himself. Not in any way. Not even a little a bit. Like I stated before, I just want to give stuff away. So if you’re wondering how this works, here’s the quick version: If I like your story, I’ll buy you a t-shirt.
So, without further ado, here’s what you need to continue:
Catherine was two-thirds of the way through cleaning up the playground when a wave of dizziness overtook her, causing her to pitch forward and nearly crack her head on the shed doorframe. She got her hand up in time and remained there for a moment, trying to get her bearings. She’d never been so dizzy before in her life, not even as a child, when her father would lift her above his head and spin around for what seemed like an eternity. Everything seemed to be swimming in her vision, so she shut her eyes tight and began to talk to herself.
No, brain, the ground is not moving. No, neither is the shed. No, neither are you. You’re fine, you’re standing still, you’re just a little dizzy. No, I didn’t eat breakfast, yes I know that’s probably why I’m dizzy, don’t talk to me like that, you don’t even have a mouth.
So on and so forth, until her knees stopped shaking and her stomach stopped sloshing. She opened her eyes slowly and stood up straight… when she was sure the ground wasn’t going to start rocking back and forth again, that is. And that was when she heard the music.
At first she thought it was someone’s car radio, but further inspection of the surrounding area told her that there were no cars in the parking lot. None but hers. What was more, the more she listened to it, the more she realized it wasn’t any kind of music she’d heard before. One bit would sound like jazz, then change to something more rock-ish, then on to something more ballad-y. Every time she got to feeling like she could recognize the sound, or got into the music, it would change its style and that dizzy feeling would hit her again, albeit not as strong.
She began to follow the sound, surprised when it led her up the stairs and into the adjascent building. The empty adjascent building. She stood in the doorway for a moment, once more checking the parking lot for any other cars, then ducked inside. The music - though now that it was louder, she was hesitant to call it such; it was more like a series of dissonant sounds that could be mistaken for music - was loudest by the bathroom. As she peered in, a thought crossed her mind. It was quick, just a flash, but it was so ludicrous she couldn’t help but laugh. And yet… she stepped further into the room and stared down at the one toilet in the corner, the one that had been completely drained by the plummer not two days earlier.
Catherine had been furious when she came to work that morning to find the toilet left in pieces, with nothing but a thin strip of CAUTION tape across the empty seat. She had agreed to an inflated rate so the guy would get the toilet fixed quickly, not so she could arrive at work to find it still broken. Looking at it now, that same anger seemed to spark in the back of her mind, but it was distant compared to another thought that seemed to consume her.
The music is coming from in there.
She laughed again. How horrid that she would actually think this odd hodge-podge of sound was coming from a broken toilet. There was no way… but she couldn’t deny the fact that music was loudest in that room, and when she was facing that particular toilet. She inched closer, suddenly afraid that something bad was going to happen. Her entire chest grew colder with every step she took, until she was standing in front of the toilet, a full blown panic attack waiting right around the corner.
“This is stupid,” she said, hoping that by speaking the words aloud, it would give them some sort of calming power. No such power was granted, however, and she was left talking herself into leaning down for a closer look. She forced herself to do so, pivoting ever so slightly at the waist and, when she did so, she experienced two equally terrifying sensations. The first was the sensation of being pushed from behind; she could have sworn she felt something firmly knock her from behind and send her pitching forward. The second was of something grabbing her and pulling her in the same direction she had been pushed. Some force seemed to reach into her chest and yank her forward with all its might… or perhaps not all of it. Perhaps just as much might as it needed. There was a chance it had more still.
Catherine had very little time to think of all of this, however, before one thought forced its way to the front of her mind: you’re going to hit the toilet. Screaming, both from fear and surprise, she threw her hands up, trying to grip the toilet seat and cushion most of the impact. Her hands never found the seat, however. Instead, she kept falling forward.
And then there was darkness.
TO BE CONTINUED… BY YOU! Have fun with it, please. Keep in mind that I’m not necessarily looking for the best written continuation; I’m looking for creativity. I want to know where your imagination takes this story. Grammar, sentence structure, pauses and clauses… that’s all wrapping. I’m looking for content. So don’t feel like you can’t participate because you’re “not a good enough writer”. If you have an imagination, then put it to work. I look forward to seeing what you’ve got in store! :)