One look at Brett Favre's hand on Monday night told the story. the purplish-blue bruised to no-end extremity looked completely overwhelmed, yet stoic. Much like Brett has looked this whole season; Amidst scandal, accusation, injury, scrutiny, you name it....Favre kept his composure through it all and still has words for the media. Listening to him talk at the post game press conference this past Monday night was like watching an ex-con recant his mistakes on some kind of reality show you'd see on discovery or A&E. The big difference is, all eyes are on Favre and his mortality in shoulder pads is dwindling down to nothing right in front of him, and he's helpless.
Football is all he knows. Maybe that's why, at his core, he's so wishy-washy. What do you do after you've played into your late 30's and become semi injury-prone? Well, (especially as a quarterback) you retire. Someone with the stature and visibility of Favre could've hung it up a long time ago, never looked back, and went back to Mississippi, played golf and cut the grass until he died. Wasn't enough for him though. As we've all witnessed it didn't matter who he played for, as long as he was playing, competing. He damn near took the Vikings to the super bowl last year, and if it wasn't for that ONE bad thing that Favre does good, which would be throwing interceptions, they would've went. While that's another piece of alternate history for another day, real history, as we've seen all year, repeats itself.
The mighty sometimes fall. As we all waited with bated breath to see this untimely demise; when it finally came time, it was tough to stomach. All the attempts I'd made at poking fun at Brett's thick Mississippi drawl had somehow vanquished. He actually looked ok, at peace-and ready to move on. 297 may not be an even number, or a lucky number, but it's a number, that we're all content with.
and that's what makes it lucky.
-Marty.
