It is perhaps a dream come true and a nightmare at the same time.
Those who have followed my articles know my love for the indecisive Brett Favre. Though I am probably in the minority these days on wanting him back, my dedication doesn’t waiver, nor will it ever. Brett has had that much impact on, not only the game of football, but the passion I feel towards the game.
Those are some big shoes to fill.
I don’t think the smile has left my face since I read Favre was hopping on a plane to Minnesota to sign those papers.
On the other hand, the Minnesota Vikings are the one team I just can’t bring myself to root for. As a woman, we thrive on our emotions, so I am sure you can put together the pieces as to why I feel so strongly about this new development.
If you are still confused, you are just going to have to think about it a little harder. Ask your little sister what on earth I could be talking about; she could probably read between the lines. It’s a girl thing.
Listen, as far as Favre is concerned, I look at it like this: His legacy is already tarnished due to the debacle made last July between him and the big wigs over in Green Bay. It’s not like he can have any worse of a season than he did last year; actually he isn’t John Kitna, so I take that back.
Let’s be serious for a moment, though. Brett actually has the team to take this further than he could have ever taken the Jets or the Packers. He’s got a running back that can do hurdles over most linemen without so much as trying. Additionally, both his offense and his defense are a team any quarterback would like surrounding him.
He’s got the team to take this all the way, folks.
Love him or hate him, be prepared for a fun-filled football season, rife with intensity, battles, drama, and pride.
I’ve got some thinking to do now. Do I cave in and root for the dreaded Vikings? Only time will tell, but I can tell you one thing: I definitely am looking forward to seeing No. 4 play again.
Granted, not everyone feels the same way I do about this, but at this point, all you can really do is sit back on the sidelines and watch history happen.
You may not agree with Brett or his decisions, but griping isn’t going to get you anywhere. I could mope that my favorite athlete is donning a purple and yellow jersey, team colors that I once thought were very lady-like; however, instead, I am going to take the high road and try and make light out of a heavy situation.
A die-hard Patriots' fan came up to me this morning and said, “I can’t wait for when Brady plays Favre.” I looked right back at him and grinned so big you could practically see the cavity I received when I was 12-years-old.
I replied back what every woman and some men would all be thinking, “Me too; I get to watch two of the best looking men in football on a field for three hours together, and quite frankly Cody, it just doesn’t get much better than that. Amen.”