MartyBall4Buffalo Posted October 7, 2004 Posted October 7, 2004 SUMRALL, Miss. (AP) -- The brother-in-law of Green Bay Packers quarterback Brett Favre died Wednesday evening after crashing an all-terrain vehicle on the player's property. Casey Tynes, 24, the brother of Favre's wife, Deanna, was riding the ATV without a helmet when it flipped, Lamar County Sheriff Danny Rigel said. Tynes sustained head injuries, was transported to Forrest General Hospital in Hattiesburg at 6 p.m. and was pronounced dead 20 minutes later, Deputy Coroner Randy Beck said. The Favre family did not immediately issue a statement. ``They're pretty shook up,'' Rigel said. In Green Bay, Favre skipped practice Wednesday, still feeling the effects of a concussion. He was injured Sunday when William Joseph of the New York Giants tackled him, and his head hit the ground. Last December, Irvin Favre, the quarterback's father, died of a heart attack or stroke while driving near his home in Kiln. His car ran into a ditch, but authorities said the Rosen did not kill him. Brett played the next night in Oakland and had one of his best performances of his career. He threw for 399 yards and four touchdowns, leading the Packers to a crucial 41-7 victory over the Raiders. Officials said Tynes' body was being taken to University Medical Center in Jackson for an autopsy.
BILLS4LIFE Posted October 7, 2004 Posted October 7, 2004 Now why wouldnt he wear a helmet? When will people ever learn?
nick in* england Posted October 7, 2004 Posted October 7, 2004 Oh boy - Tennessee will be in a world of hurt come Sunday... Farve always has an incredible game when someone close to him dies.
njsue Posted October 7, 2004 Posted October 7, 2004 Tennessee looks bad any way. Brett Farve will exploit this tremendously. GO PACKERS GO
Mark VI Posted October 7, 2004 Posted October 7, 2004 Evolution at work. 59918[/snapback] Yup. When you don't wear a helmet and take stupid chances, you're begging for an early exit. A damn shame.
BillnutinHouston Posted October 7, 2004 Posted October 7, 2004 This kind of stuff happens every single day to average, decent hard-working people and nobody ever hears about it. Why do people get so worked up when bad things happen to famous people (or brothers-in-law of famous people)?
KD in CA Posted October 7, 2004 Posted October 7, 2004 This kind of stuff happens every single day to average, decent hard-working people and nobody ever hears about it. Why do people get so worked up when bad things happen to famous people (or brothers-in-law of famous people)? 60046[/snapback] Who's worked up? Actually, I though he posted it just to bust POOJER's stones.
stevestojan Posted October 7, 2004 Posted October 7, 2004 This kind of stuff happens every single day to average, decent hard-working people and nobody ever hears about it. Why do people get so worked up when bad things happen to famous people (or brothers-in-law of famous people)? 60046[/snapback] You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch. You're a bad banana With a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul. Mr. Grinch. I wouldn't touch you, with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch. You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile. Mr. Grinch. Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crockodile. You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch. You're a nasty, wasty skunk. Your heart is full of unwashed socks Your soul is full of gunk. Mr. Grinch. The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk." You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch. You're the king of sinful sots. Your heart's a dead tomato splot With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch. Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, Mangled up in tangled up knots. You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. With a nauseaus super-naus. You're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked horse. Mr. Grinch. You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich With arsenic sauce.
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