I have come to a realization this morning: I'm a Brett Favre apologist. I can't say that I'm proud of what I've found out, but I know it’s true beyond a shadow of a doubt. Like the mother of a juvenile delinquent, I continuously make excuses for Favre.
I can't remember one interception or fumble that was his fault. I've never seen him get the benefit of a challenge or have the penalties work in his favor. Also, I'm pretty sure the refs are out to get him.
Now, obviously I'm exaggerating at least a little bit. During the NFC Championship game, I steadily found myself blaming other people. I'll name a few examples.
The fumble that was credited to Favre looked to me like it was Adrian Peterson's fault. The interception thrown just before the end of regulation wasn't Favre's fault; it was the fault of whoever was the 12th man in the huddle.
If not for that penalty, the Vikings could have kicked a field goal. Then we'd be watching, in my opinion, the two greatest quarterbacks of all time. I'm speaking in future tense when I refer to Peyton.
I'm still baffled at how the Green Bay Packers ran Favre out of town. You're talking about arguably the greatest quarterback of all time. I understand they didn't want to wait around for his decision, but it’s not like Aaron Rodgers was going anywhere. Sorry Mr. Rodgers, it appears you'll have to wait another season.
I like his gunslinger mentality. I like the fact that he takes risks. I even like the fact that he was addicted to painkillers. Brett Favre is just like you and I, except his right arm is made of pure gold.
I'm not fond of his indecisiveness when it comes to his returning, but putting myself in his shoes, I understand. You don't feel like you can fully commit to something, yet the fire still burns. Luckily for him, he found a situation in Minnesota where he could come in late in the preseason and catch up.
So I'm considering starting FA, or Favre's Anonymous. We'll get together several times a week and discuss how we feel Favre has been wronged. Either by the team, the refs, the opposing team, or the media. At the end of the meeting we'll all join hands and sing "Kumbaya."
Ladies and gentlemen, whether or not you like Favre and his waffling, look back on his career and reflect. There's a little Favre in all of us. Regardless of like or dislike, you have to respect him and his childlike love for the game.