After 17 seasons, three MVPs, a Super Bowl ring and more records than you can shake a stick at, the Mighty Brett Favre is finally retiring. If you’re anything like me, you may have come to a point where it seemed that this day would never come. And that’s not to say that you or I was dying for Farve to hang it up; it just felt plausible that he might actually play forever.
Two and three years ago–when Favre was slinging interceptions like Ryan Leaf– I eagerly awaited the day that number 4 would unlace his shoes. I couldn’t stand the ridiculous media attention, the off-season indecision, and most of all, chowder heads like Joe Theisman swinging from Favre’s chain making excuses like, “That’s just Brett being Brett.”
But by the end of the 2007 season, Favre came back like never before, putting up career numbers and finishing at the top of the quarterback heap once again. Even I, who at one time hated Favre and the Packers more than any team in the league (due to their consistent trouncing of the 49ers in the late ’90s), found myself rooting vehemently for the Pack against New York in the NFC championship game. With all rivalries aside, Brett Favre is extremely likable and a stand-up professional athlete, not to mention one of the top three to ever take a snap.
But what happens now? Butte County’s own Aaron Rodgers, I guess. And you’ve got to feel sorry for him in a way. Unless he’s the next Steve Young–which is highly improbable–Aaron Rodgers is going to be in for a rough ride. God speed, Aaron. It might not be too long before we see you drinking beers down at the U-Bar.