Brett Favre the Legend
By Alexander C. Miles
Say the name Brett Favre in a room full of football fans, and the reaction will run the gamut from anger (mostly your Packers fans) to amusement (fans of Favre’s extracurricular activity with Jenn Sterger) to frustration (fans who watch too much SportsCenter) to starry-eyed reverence. The last group will also include your Packers fans, but it’s mostly full of anyone who has ever worked in sports media, ever.
Whether or not he decides to open the dog-and-pony show up again by signing with the Eagles, Brett Favre will remain a legend of the game. He is the embodiment of the gunslinger quarterback, and there will never be another Favre. We’re discussing a man that threw for 399 yards and 4 touchdowns the day after his father died, in front of a national audience.
We should count ourselves lucky that we got to witness him in his prime. His relationship with the Packers, and football in general, may have ended in a rather acrimonious nature, but the career of the NFL’s all-time leader in touchdowns and interceptions (two stats which summarize his career perfectly) should be remembered without the scorn and condemnation that will surely follow if Favre does indeed decide to return.
Brett Favre the Icon
By Alex Morgan
I knew Brett Favre. I had lunch with Brett Favre through the television. So when Brett Favre left Green Bay, it was as if Zeus had stolen the Sun from my solar system. Many an NFL spectator felt angry and chose to hate the legend for staying too long, coming back with the Jets, and then again with the division rival Vikings. For them, it was just too much to bear. For me, it was all part of the undying awesomeness of the Favre legend. It was a win-win really: the Packers got to begin the Aaron Rodgers era and go to the Superbowl, and the fans still got to watch Brett Favre tear up the field without having to worry about tearing up his body. Hell, even the infamous dick pic struck me as classic, crazy Favre (it was certainly no worse than that dick pick he threw to the Giants in the NFC Championship game).
To love a human being is to embrace one in acceptance, not in spite of one's flaws. Just as the one true God, Zeus, is often petty, so is Brett Favre, and we should embrace him still. All of which is why Brett should definitely sign with the Eagles and be Mike Vick's concussion-reliever, because that would be so awesome to watch.
Admit it, come on. The dude is electrifying even when all his ligaments have been replaced by marbled prime rib. Say what you will about him as a flawed and aged human being, but he'll be playing wheelchair touch games at 50 and still be more fun to watch than the half the QBs in the NFL.
Brett Favre the Genius
By Adam Maher
Brett Favre's picture should be next to the word "maniac" in the dictionary, but instead of meaning, "a raving or violently insane person; lunatic," the meaning should be changed to say, "Brett Favre." Said edits should also be applied to the following words: grit, guts, winning, quarterback, heart, passion, leader, champion, cheesehead, sportsman, American, male, sexting, money and denim.
The word Favre has also become synonymous with NFL, ESPN, MNF, touchdown, interception, Tiger Woods and LeBron James, so why would he settle? Favre needs more attention, so his PR team used the most powerful tool in all of media to dwarf all the other crap sportz news that will flood our TV's, laptops and tablets this week: timing. It's brilliant, really: the day the NFL and the NFLPA FINALLY decide to end the winter/spring/summer-long lockout, headlines break out like zits on a pizza face about the return of the dick-pick scrambler. Touche Mr. Favre, touche. This perfectly timed media assault has completely and successfully overcome any minuscule news involving the end of the lockout.
|The word Favre surpassed the words Goodell and Smith years ago. JK!|
I actually had the pleasure of meeting Roger Goodell on the streets of New York one fortunate Monday morning about two months ago, and he was an awesome person. In five minutes I got the notion that he wanted the NFL to have its season just as bad as any fan, and especially as bad as James Harrison.
|Well, maybe not quite as bad, but Mr. Goodell definitely wasn't |
trying to rob anyone at gun point, well, I mean, not, uh,
not that you were, Mr. Harrison.