Maybe Brett Favre missed his calling in life.
I’m thinking that Favre would have made a helluva professional boxer.
He already has the concept of coming out of retirement for one more bout down to a science.
If the reports on ESPN.com are true, we might get to witness the sight of Brett Favre taking snaps with Adrian Peterson in the backfield.
Ed Werder is reporting that there is allegedly a clandestine meeting set up for later this week between Favre and Vikings head coach Brad Childress to see if Favre would be willing to renounce his retirement and try to win that elusive second Super Bowl title.
My initial thought is: Not again.
Look, I can kind of understand Favre wanting to play again. Last season’s comeback drama had a great start, but tailed off at the end and fell flat on its face.
So when that happens, of course you green light (or in this case, purple light) a sequel. Redemption knows no boundaries. Grudges don’t know boundaries, either.
What better way for Favre to ride off into the sunset on that lawnmower of his than to go head to head with his former employer two times this season – with a playoff spot on the line, no less?
The Vikings have a good defense, a solid offensive line, and an outstanding running game with Adrian Peterson and Chester Taylor as a dynamic one-two punch. Favre truly would just have to be a game manager in this situation. He wouldn’t have to play the hero’s role.
Although we all know that he would not be able to help himself. That’s just who Brett Favre is. He will always be the gunslinger – even when the old six-shooter is broken (as it was at the end of last season).
I’ve never been one to rant and rave about iconic sports figures “tarnishing their legacy” by playing for another team or teams at the end of their careers searching for a ring. I get that.
But this? This is spite. Pure and simple.
This is someone – a grown ass man – that cannot let go of how he was replaced.
Was it a messy ending in Green Bay? Absolutely. But this almost mercenary streak that he is displaying for the second year in a row seems…sad to me.
I can only imagine what that little kid that wore the Brett Favre jersey all of those years must be thinking now.