I've long wondered how Ted Thompson has managed to keep quiet all these years while Packers fans railed him for just about every inconvenience in their lives.

Watching him Sunday night, after his team defeated Pittsburgh, 31-25, in Super Bowl XLV, it finally makes sense: the 22-inch tall, seven-pound sterling silver Vince Lombardi Trophy is far more effective than even a double-fisted hail of middle fingers.

Of course, that isn't and never has been Thompson's style. He had little to say when he first held the trophy. He had even less to say in his post-game session with the media.

For example, when asked about Aaron Rodgers being named the MVP:

"Aaron was named MVP, yeah."

Come on, Ted! You've earned the right to gloat. You sent the old man packing. You bet on the youngster. You held your ground while legions of fans wanted your head on a platter for not trading for Randy Moss, Tony Gonzalez or Marshawn Lynch, yet not so much as a mumbled "I told you so."

Reporters couldn't even get Thompson to admit that he feels vindicated.

"I don’t think about stuff like that," he said.

If I'm Ted Thompson, I'm going through my e-mail logs from the last five years and sending a picture of myself, Aaron Rodgers and the trophy to every single person that wrote in, calling me every name in the book and demanding I be fired.

Every sports talk expert and columnist ... I'm bringing the trophy to their office saying "how do you like me now!?!"

Of course, I'm not Ted Thompson. He's a much, much, much better person than I. And he's a much, much, much, much smarter general manager than most people thought.