“You’re not George Foreman. You’re not going to win the Super Bowl with one haymaker-like Hail Mary TD pass akin to the one that floored Michael Moorer.” ~ From my open letter to Brett Favre.
At my worst, I can be fairly stubborn. Like most people, I don’t like having to admit when I’m wrong. But I don’t have much of a problem doing it. I just don’t like it.
You proved me and so many others wrong this season with your play. I said there was no way that you’d have the season you had considering how much you wavered just on your decision to come back and because you only wanted to play to stick it to Green Bay.
Yet, there you were Sunday evening, playing for the NFC Championship, coming within a few miscues — that last interception was classic Favre — of winning it and playing in another Super Bowl. As much as I wanted to see you fail this season it was amazing to see you succeed as much as you did.
It’s almost impossible to root against you. You are one of the game’s greats, and it’s unreal to imagine you doing what you did this season at your age and with the wear you showed at the end of last season. I didn’t think it was possible. I thought you were arrogant to believe you could come into an NFL locker room midway through training camp and lead a team deep into the playoffs. But you did.
And to think, I, along with many others, said “stay retired.” You gave it a great run. Good job. But I’m going to be real, too. I’m glad you lost. I don’t think I could have handled you winning the Super Bowl. I hate being proven completely wrong. It would have been too much.
So would you wavering — until mid August — about whether or not to play another season. Don’t play games with us again. I refuse to watch. Make a decision and stick with it. If you’re gonna jump the Viking ship, jump ship and stay in the water. If you’re going to play, make the decision before you retire and have to unretire.
No one likes Drama Queen Favre. So if you repeat what you’ve done the last two off-seasons, I’ll saddle you with more disdain next season. But it will be silent disdain because I respect your play. You’ve earned that much.
Again, I offer an apology. And rest up. You took a beating yesterday.
P.S. Cicely says she’s sorry, too.