Jennings correctly puts God, Family First
By Lori Nickel, Journal Sentinel
Nov. 29, 2009
Those poor referees. Do you ever pity them? You should. Why?
Because they really hear it from Greg Jennings.
It starts with stunned wide eyes and gives way to displeasure . . . How could they miss that? Then the arms come out, palms up, pleading for reasoning. It’s never disrespectful, but Jennings must make them understand: They got it wrong.
Jennings is a lot of things besides a star wide receiver for the 7-4 Green Bay Packers – among them, a winner.
He’s going to be right. It takes a mountain of evidence to prove otherwise.
His wife Nicole did it once.
He swore he bought their little girl a SpongeBob yellow tennis racket from Wal-Mart. She says, slowly, that no, he bought the one with Dora the Explorer.
But Greg remembers how badly his little Amya wanted that racket, and he adores his girl. Had to be SpongeBob. He could not let it go.
The marriage forensics raged between Greg and Nicole through the night – in a way that only happens between couples who are also best friends – until finally Greg called and roused his sister Ebony from her bed at a most unreasonable hour, made her drive over to his condominium in Kalamazoo, Mich., and go into the closet and pull out the racket. Greg demanded a picture be sent to his phone, too, for proof.
It was Dora.