Sailing the Seas of Cheese: Head Meet Desk Again
You’re pretentious. This club sucks. I have beef. Let’s do it. – Scott Pilgrim
Yeah, that pretty much sums up how I currently feel about a certain idiot residing somewhere in Mississippi. Seriously, somewhere along the line Brett Favre has became the NFL version of a raging case of herpes. Something no one really wants yet he keeps on returning in a really painful manner when you really don’t want or need him.
I know, I should probably get over my hate. Wait, hate is a pretty strong term. I know I should probably get over my seething, visceral dislike for the guy. But before I go any further, I’m going to point out that the Interview Heard ‘Round the World today really wasn’t that bad. He managed not to be a colossal ass for the first two thirds of it. In fact, it made me wax a little nostalgic and remember the Favre I actually cheered for, the Favre I was–at the time–willing to to throw Aaron Rodgers under the bus for in August of 2008. (About that? Yeah, there’s already a public apology on record for that mistake.) But then Favre has to blow it once again and make it All About Brett with an asinine backhanded compliment like this:
Aaron had a chance…even though the last couple years it’s seemed like he’s almost a rookie, he’s been around awhile. And I’d like to think that he watched, he learned, and then when he got a chance to play, he brought in his ability which is obviously very good or they wouldn’t have drafted him in the first round. He’s got tremendous talent, he’s very bright and he got a chance to watch and see successful teams do it right. And so he just kind of fell into a good situation. On top of that, he’s a good player. I don’t think anyone would question now the talent around him is even better than when I was there. So I’m really kind of surprised it took him so long. Really, the early part of last year season, it hadn’t quite clicked yet and I didn’t know if it would. I just kind of figured when they hit their stride, they’re going to be hard to beat. And that’s what happened.
Was this a compliment, an insult or an opportunity to get out a ruler to see who has the longest one? Talk about a passive aggressive load of crap. Good Old Brett. The little whelp that replaced him has been getting all the media attention lately with his out of this world performance this past Sunday and whose career quarterback rating is a full 15 points higher than Favre’s own. Make no mistakes. This wasn’t a compliment. This was an alpha male from Mississippi peeing in all four proverbial corners and marking his territory over at 1265 Lombardi Avenue. Thank God Darla Rodgers raised her boys better to not take the obvious bait from this type of garbage and engage in a territorial pissing match. Well, at least her middle boy. I can’t vouch for protective older brothers.
You’d like to think that he watched and learned? Hold on a second, is he trying to take some of the credit for Rodgers’ innate talent as well as maturation as a quarterback? I thought it wasn’t his job to mentor or teach any back-up quarterbacks that dared to eventually compete with him? What do you mean [Rodgers] fell into a good situation? Does he really think he, the Great and Powerful Favre, magnanimously spoon fed Aaron Rodgers a championship caliber team that was out-of-the-box ready to make a championship run? Is he inferring that the newly minted starter squandered a pre-fab opportunity to run the table in 2008, that had the Packers given Favre what he wanted in August he could’ve promised the Lombardi Trophy come February? Honey, Ted Thompson had been planning for the next era three year before you declared you were tired and decided to call it a day the first time in 2008. So yeah, he was already making the move to hand the new quarterback the best team he possibly could. I think a three year turn-around from brand spanking new starting field general to World Champions is a pretty damn fine timeline.
For as much as I joke about how much I can’t stand Brett Favre these days, I really wish he’d take a page from Bart Starr and learn to make an exit gracefully. I am old enough to remember that an 8-8 record is enough to be shown the door. It didn’t matter that Starr was (and remains) one of the most beloved players that ever suited up. When he–as head coach– couldn’t produce a contender, the Packers didn’t hold an emotional press conference to give him one last victory lap and say goodbye. The world didn’t end. There was no bang. There was not a whimper. Rather he was told his services were no longer needed and the Forrest Greg era began. And do you know what sets Starr head and shoulders above Favre? You never once heard him lob any passive aggressive comments regarding his successor. He never publicly made any comments that he hoped the Chicago Bears would knock the Packers out of playoff contention. He never burned any bridges. And when he represented the Packers alumni in the opening ceremonies this past September 8, the crowds cheered him loudly for his loyalty. The painfully lean coaching years were forgotten and forgiven. A classy leader knows when to take a bow and makes room to let the successor shine. Starr did it. Dickey did it. Even the Majik Man himself did it. Too bad Favre never got that memo. Things could have ended so much better.
There’s always a voice of reason stating that time will heal all wounds and that we will eventually accept Favre once again into the fold (personally that timeline somewhere after Rodgers’ enshrinement in Canton and shortly before Hell freezing over still sounds about right to me.) Quite frankly, he needs to stop making it about Brett Favre. Remember that jock in high school? You know, the really cool one that had the great hair, the awesome convertible and dated all the pretty girls? He wore his varsity jacket everywhere and the town treated him like he could walk on water? Yeah, that guy. For the sake of argument, suppose you run into this guy 25 years later. He still wears that varsity jacket and all he wants to do is reminisce about the glory days gone by and bitch and moan about how the current team is good, but not as good as his, that if he were given the chance he would take them all the way to state.
Everyone hates running into that guy at the bar at the restaurant. I just know you hate getting cornered by that guy in the movie theater or at the gas station.
Unfortunately, Brett Favre has officially become That Guy.