Brett Favre: An Easy Way To Spot Stupidity

Joseph EdmondsonCorrespondent IAugust 4, 2010

CHARLOTTE, NC - DECEMBER 20:  A Green Bay Packers fan wears an old jersey of quarterback Brett Favre (not pictured) #4 of the Minnesota Vikings during the game against the Carolina Panthers at Bank of America Stadium on December 20, 2009 in Charlotte, North Carolina.  (Photo by Kevin C. Cox/Getty Images)
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Today's media blitz is nothing new. Bleacher Report has placed a well-conceived section on Favre's retirement, or speculation about, on its front page.

As I drink my alcoholic grape Kool-Aid, if that's how you spell it, I can't help but think about how stupid fans are.

Where was this anger when Jordan came back and joined the Washington Wizards?

What about when Holyfield or Foreman came back to boxing?

Emmit Smith to the Arizona Cardinals? Joe Montana to the Kansas City Chiefs?

Probably, honestly, it was there, it just wasn't blasted 24 hours each day into our faces because of a never-ending media cycle trying to fight for readership or views.

I've loved Favre since I first saw him on a Quarterback Challenge in the early 1990s. He was pitted against another of my earliest favorites, Randall Cunningham, in the finals of the competition. I had never heard of Wisconsin or Green Bay at that time, but it didn't matter. He came off as a competitor and someone I could relate to.

If my memory serves me right, he lost the competition to Cunningham that day, but he won my attention. From that point on, I was a Favre fan. Thanks to being a Favre fan, Green Bay earned my respect, adoration, and support as well.

When he finally left Green Bay, the Jets received my attention.

Last year, the Vikings won me over.

See, I'm what you call a player's fan. I like Nash. I like Favre. I like Kobe. I liked Sosa and Big Mac. I like Romo. I like players because I live in a city that has no professional sports team and I don't have any allegiance to Dallas or San Antonio because of the state I happen to live in.

My eight years in the United States Army made me rethink what defines home and I'll be the first to admit it ain't location or pride in an imaginary boundary. I see people and I like people.

Sometimes it's based on personality, sometimes it's based on skills, sometimes it's based on both.

When I learned about Allen Iverson, I bought his shoes, his jersey, and followed his career. It didn't matter that he stepped up to the podium and talked about practice. I didn't care. I liked Iverson for what he was able to do on the court, at his size, against his opposition.

I liked Michael Jackson for "Thriller" and R. Kelly for many songs, I didn't care who they were outside of the studio.

When I see comments about Favre, I can't help but think about how stupid people really are. This dude has given his life, his health, and his soul to the game of football. People will quickly talk about his season-ending interceptions without recognizing that he's at least willing to take the risks associated with such plays.

Green Bay fans, who enjoyed success because of Favre for so many years, ostracized him for making a decision and then had the nerve to put up signs that said "BRETT WHO?"

Yeah, Brett Who, my ass.

You're hurt because you know how much Favre meant to your franchise. You're hurt because you thought he belonged to you. It's not about retirement for the Packer fans, it's about him leaving Wisconsin to continue to play football. Why do Packer fans complain anyway? Rodgers is much more than just a capable backup. He's a legitimate quarterback in the National Football League. He's got nowhere to go but up.

"Favre's a diva."

Oh yeah? Why? Because the media focuses on his every move and mumbling?

What if that much attention was focused solely on you and every thought you had, every doubt that crept into your mind was national news? You think you'd enjoy whatever reputation you thought you had?

"He's indecisive!"


A lot of people are mad because he's skipped training camp. Do you run the camp? The people who do think it's acceptable, why are you the judge, jury and executioner? If he was such a sorry football player, wouldn't you celebrate his decision not to take some off-season snaps from his center?

Idiots. Stupid idiots.

You've fallen into the same media trap that makes LeBron James a villain. You've seen so much coverage that you think you can't escape it. I call B.S. on that one. If you don't want to hear about Favre, quit clicking links or watching programsβ€”eventually the powers-that-be, will realize that it's irrelevant and quit talking about it. Don't believe me, look at past Christmas games in the NBA and how it's been Shaq with Miami against Kobe with L.A. and see exactly when league executives decided it wasn't the right storyline.

How can you hate a man like Favre? Because he's not on your team? Because he was on your team and went to a different team? Because he's human?

When you criticize him for reports that do nothing more than speculate and incite emotion, you're much more of a loser than someone who struggles with decisions after he has dedicated his life to a game and given it his all.

Did you see the pictures of his ankle?

How about his hamstring?

Check them out?

Do you realize how significant his season was last year? No wonder the Vikings are willing to wait, willing to give him the rest, and willing to pay him more (according, of course, to speculation).

You people who criticize Favre for what the media "reports" are the reason America has so many problems. You take something that's purposefully sensationalized and move it to an extreme where it actually affects your lives.

That, my friends, is idiocy at its absolute worst.

If he retires, I'll miss him on the field.

If he doesn't, I'll watch every single game he plays that I am able to see on television.

This off-season half-ass reporting and commentary from idiots who have nothing better to do (even if I'm one of them) means absolutely nothing.

Let the man make his decision regardless of how you think it affects you.


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