It was training camp 2006, my first solo shot inside the Packers locker room.  It’s kind of free-for-all in there, and I was absolutely intimidated by the nudge your way into the crowd, work your recorder into the microphone jungle amid the glances of “who the heck are you?” atmosphere.  So instead of engaging, I pulled a Maverick and bugged out, seeking any soul around whom no one was gathered. 

It just so happened that Aaron Rodgers was at that point in his career where he was, let’s just say, still under the radar.

So there I was, face-to-face, one-on-one with the eventual Super Bowl XLV MVP.  I’ve only had the opportunity to engage Rodgers thusly on one occasion…that occasion…an occasion I will forever lament as the occasion lost, for I know that occasion will never again surface for as long as either of us walk this earth.

So much I wish I would have asked.  But I, like so many others (inside and outside the media), was still blinded by the iconic star that was Brett Favre.  So instead of interviewing the man Aaron Rodgers, I interviewed the backup quarterback to Brett Favre.  It is a regrettable moment in my career that I am hard pressed to believe will ever be topped.  And every time I see Jeremy Schaap’s E:60 on Rodgers (as I did again last night), it’s like a…I don’t know…I don’t even have the words to adequately describe the sick feeling I get inside.  

Aaron...call me?