Author's Note: First let it be said that I am not a Packer fan. Some of my best friends are Packer fans. I used to live in Wisconsin. But that's as far as it goes. This article is about the values of team sports and the role marquis players, especially, play in preserving their legacy with the team on which the legacy was created. I think the Favre issue is the quintessential example of the tension between individual pursuits and team loyalty. I welcome your comments.
It's been rumored you're thinking of un-retiring yet again, and playing for the Vikings. The Vikings, Brett? What are you thinking? Have you no self-respect? Have you no sense of loyalty, decency, honor?
All those years in Green Bay. You became the persona of the team, the icon, the hero. Even in your later years, the fans were patient and were thankful that you were still giving it your all.
So, why, after all of that, would you have any desire to play anywhere else? Doesn't loyalty count for anything anymore?
I realize this letter is one year late, but the idea of you playing in Minnesota has prompted me to say what I should have said in the first place, a year ago: How could you?
It can't be for the money. Or did your portfolio take such a dive at the end of '07 that you just had to play for the Jets?
Whatever the reason, at least you did not play in your old division. Most of your fans could forgive you for going to New York.
But the Vikes, Brett? The sworn enemy of every Packer Fan? Well—you could go one degree worse than that and play for the Bears, but the Vikings are 99 percent as bad as the Bears from a Packer perspective.
Playing for the Vikings is like divorcing your wife and moving in with the bimbo next door. Not only do you disrespect your wife, you disrespect yourself.
The metaphor applies.
So, please, don't do it, Brett. In fact, find a way to do penance for your past discretion by going to work for the Packers in some capacity. We can't have that Jets uniform be our last mental picture of you. And as bad as that is, please don't make us look at you in purple and gold.
Gold goes best with Green, Brett, you know that! C'mon now. Come back to your senses—and your sense of decency. Take my advice and let me save you from yourself.
You'll thank me some day.