In case you didn’t hear, Brett Favre is retiring after seventeen years in the NFL. Obviously, I’m giddy about this.
I feel it’s important to clarify that, in spite of what you might think, I never thought Favre sucked. I know he’s one of the greatest players in NFL history; even as a lifelong Minnesota Vikings fan it was hard not to respect the guy. However, by the end of his career, he’d been deified to such an extent that he’d become, in spite of his obvious greatness, the most overrated athlete in the history of team sports. He was certainly good–but he was never gonna be as good as he was made out to be. Which wasn’t his fault, of course, but that didn’t make the Favre Mystique any easier to swallow. One assumes his announcement has Peter King and John Madden in varying stages of meltdown.
It’ll be weird having him gone; watching the Green Bay Packers with Aaron Rogers behind centre just won’t be the same, even if it’ll be a lot more tolerable (the inevitable Favre comparisons aside…actually, I’m already dreading Madden’s first post-Favre Packer broadcast). In the end, I’m glad I got to see him play (and that I got to share the experience with Irish Tim). And, as a Viking fan, I’m also glad I’ve got two overriding memories: his meltdown against Minnesota in the 2004 playoffs and the final pass of his NFL career…which was intercepted, and which ended the Packers’ hopes of a Super Bowl appearance. Good luck with retirement, Brett–but don’t let the door hit you on your way out.