Many weeks ago, after the second time Brett Favre beat the Packers in a Vikings uniform, I turned to Suzanne and said, "I can't wait for Minnesota to get the Brett we've had for the last ten years. I hope he gets close enough to the Super Bowl to smell that ring and then throws a season-ending interception. That would be poetic."
Damn. And people say I'M predictable.
Yes, I'm being mean and spiteful. But by putting on that purple uniform, Brett was spitting in the faces of thousands of Packer fans that thought the sun rose and set on him. He could have gone anywhere. But he wanted to make a statement. So I'm entitled to a little vitriol.
That said, I was horrified every time he got hit and FOX would cut up to a shot of his wife Deanna in the stands, almost in tears. As I said to Suzanne, I don't want him hurt. I just want him to lose the game for them. After everything Favre and his wife have been through together the last decade or so, I hope he finally sees that it's over for him and retires. The stress of seeing her beloved husband getting pile-driven by lineman 15 years his junior was evident on her face and terrible to watch. The best thing he could do for her is swallow his monumental pride, take his one Super Bowl ring and untold passing records and go back to Mississippi.