Brett Favre: How a Hero Becomes a Goat Without Even Taking the Field

Bleacher ReportSenior Writer IJune 17, 2009

I really don't see how you can defend the last couple years of Brett Favre's career at this point. Unless, of course, the explanation is, "Brett Favre was a football god for 16 years in a Green Bay Packer uniform so he's entitled to spend X years behaving like a juvenile, vindictive media whore."

You'll get no scorn from me—I might not agree, but I can't say you're wrong. It's a judgment call, and I'll waste my time trying to change your mind about more important matters.

But, even if you take that stance, I think we've reached a point where only the most blindly faithful can argue Favre's legacy remains undistrubed.

On the other hand, Mark Kriegel's reputation is growing by leaps and bounds in my eyes.

If you trust Kriegel on the matter, the free agent quarterback spent a part of Joe Buck's debut as Bob Costas Lite bemoaning his portrayal in the media. I didn't watch the first "Joe Buck Live" (and I don't plan on watching subsequent iterations), so I can't confirm how much of the segment was devoted to violins, nor can I even say for sure that it happened.

Frankly, it doesn't really matter.

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Let's pretend for a second Kriegel didn't totally fabricate a direct quote from a broadcast seen by thousands of people—according to Favre, the media is the culpable party because it intends to "create controversy."

Obviously, the statement is 100 percent true as a general statement. Unfortunately, it doesn't apply here. In this instance, the media is simply reporting controversy.

Brett Favre created it and continues to create it.  Because he enjoys the spotlight and the ongoing sideshow is his last tenuous hold on it.

The mere fact that Favre would even hint that this monster is the media's creation confirms our worst fears about the man. He is not the gunslinger or the gritty road warrior or even the grizzled leader of men.

Not any more.

Brett Favre is a diva, pure and simple.

Diana Ross, Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, and Aretha Franklin—Paul Mooney (at the 42:50 mark) might as well just toss No. 4's helmet in the ring. Only a diva could/would look at a blue sky and call it red.

Only someone used to getting his or her way at every turn—no matter how insane the request—could be so arrogant. So out of touch with popular perception.

For the Favre Horde coming to get me (and I know you're already makin' a list), you can't deny it. You can try, but you will fail.

This is not a private individual wrestling with a difficult life decision.  This is not a breaking down superstar who just can't shake the love of the game.

This is a bitter, jealous prima donna trying desperately to stick it to the organization he believes—in some twisted perversion of common sense and public record—jilted him in favor of a younger suitor. Furthermore, Favre's looking for each and every opportunity to make as titillating a spectacle of the endeavor as possible.

In perhaps his most awesome display of delusion, the maniac still seems to think it's helping his cause.  At the very least, Favre doesn't seem to understand the damage his media blitz is doing.

Remember, this was the DEBUT of "Joe Buck Live." As in, the first one.

Ol' Bert came on a show featuring one of the most prominent faces, names, and voices in sports journalism.  Not only that, he was the inaugural guest on the inaugural show, which has been hyped for WEEKS.

Then, he had the audacity to stake at least a partial claim on innocence. To claim he's an unwilling participant in all of this garbage.

Nah, the current shadow of a once-great QB isn't looking for any extra attention.  He really hates that his every move pops up instantaneously on Twitter or the scrolling tickers on ESPN's armada of channels.

Just look at the low profile he's trying so valiantly to keep...

And that's why it doesn't really matter whether Kriegel invented the quote. Regardless of whether the words left Brett Favre's mouth, they've been stamped all over the charade from Day One.

It's been "woe is me" and "can't I have a moment's peace" and this and that. Yet, from Day One, Favre could've ended the whole thing.  He could've said, "I'll make my decision when I make it and, until then, I'm not telling."

The questions would've persisted for a while, but not like this.

Instead, Brett Favre gives us "maybe this" and "maybe that,"  to canned audiences who are directed to laugh on cue.

The rest of America isn't laughing.

We aren't even amused anymore. We just want you to GO AWAY. Sooner rather than later.

Sadly, when that day finally comes, he'll no longer get to ride off into the sunset. He'll have to slink away under cover of darkness.


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