Good Morning. Have I ever told you how big a football fan I am? Well, I’m not. I know maybe-maybe-five players’ names in the entire NFL. But that did not stop me from getting school-girl-styled giddy yesterday when the annual media circus surrounding Favre’s ever questionable retirement erupted.
I may not be a football nut, but I absolutely love having games playing on the television during the fall and winter months. I don’t even have to pay attention, but the first sounds of overpaid large bodies crunching and whistles blowing seems to me the equivalent of autumns’ kick-off.
This changed a bit last year. Brett Favre, the player who Green Bay boasted for almost two decades started playing for the cities arch-nemesis, the Minnesota Vikings. I was living in Minnesota at the time, and this was HUGE. This became a big enough factor that I began to actually watch football as opposed to using it as a soundtrack for crisp Sunday afternoons. I watched Favre lead the Vikings in two games where they beat the Packers. That was friggin’ awesome.
Yesterday’s field trip made by three Viking’s team members to Favre’s home, to me, was not annoying and over hyped. It was the perfect distraction from the stresses of day-to-day life and I considered it happy news. Not often you get an afternoon of excitement to steal you away from the usual depressing stories splattered in the media.
Favre is going to have to stop playing at some point. He’s forty and that’s like ninty years old in professional sports years. But he’s fun to watch. He’s a happy kinda guy. So many people are haters about his flip-flopping around, but so long as he plays well, I say play.
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