In the Notorious B.I.G. song “Going Back To Cali”, Big says “all I got is beef with those that violate me, I shall annihilate thee.” Well, I’ve had a beef with Brett Favre since ’95, and it’s time for me to annihilate the sexting hillbilly before he finally disappears. I have rooted against Brett Favre throughout his 297 consecutive game streak(321 if you include playoffs). He torched the Bears all through the 90′s like it was a sick joke. He knocked my 49ers out of the playoffs 3 straight years(’95-’97) when he was winning 3 consecutive MVP’s. He was the player I feared the most in that era–not Troy Aikman, Emmitt Smith, or Michael Irvin. Not Jim Kelly’s Bills. The fear I had as a die- hard Niners fan of playing Brett Favre at the peak of his athletic talents made me miserable. You should have seen me during some of those Bears-Packers & 49ers-Packers games. It was like being kicked in the balls repeatedly and taking a Mike Tyson left hook to the chin. Each time you thought you had him, he would make a play that only he could, and beat you. When he had a bad ankle the week of a Bears game in ’95, there was a chance he might not play. I remember telling my dad, “Favre might not play!” The joke was on me. Not only did he play, he threw 5 TD’s as the Packers, once again, beat Dave Wannstedt’s Bears. Sure, he was hopped up on a shitload of pain pills, but it’s the NFL– everyone is taking something. Thankfully, the days of Favre performing magic are over. I couldn’t be happier. The wang sexting douche is but a memory. I’m as giddy as Steve Mariucci & other Favre lovers are depressed.
As much as I’ve always despised him & rooted against him(it’s been every game he’s played with the exception of last year’s playoffs), I grew to respect his abilities on the field. I always knew he was a self loving douche bag, but as a player, you can’t deny his skill. I genuinely rooted for him as he beat the Cowboys in the NFC Divisional Playoffs last year. When they sang “pants on the ground” in the post game locker room, I got a kick out of it. Who knew Favre really loved having his pants on the ground? When he threw the interception that led to the Saints winning the NFC Championship Game, I was disappointed. I wanted a Manning-Favre SuperBowl. It wasn’t meant to be. It also should have been the last time he set foot on an NFL field. I felt that way when he leaked pictures of his ankle so everyone knew just how hurt he was.
That’s been my problem with Favre for so long. When you watch him during a game, it’s hard not to respect him. Then once he starts talking, you want to put your head through a glass window. He loves talking up his injuries as much as he loves throwing game winning touchdown passes. You can’t tell me different, I’m convinced. He wasn’t inactive for 7 minutes before he was selling “297″ footballs on his website. Excuse me while I vomit on myself.
Even after all of his drama from the past several years, the Jenn Sterger fiasco, the cut chin that he made look like a gunshot wound, I still expected to see him trot his gimpy ass out there one last time. I had this vision of him beating the Bears one final time almost like a goodbye & F-U to the team he tortured for all those years. It isn’t going to happen though. The drama king has nothing left to give. The hit by Arthur Moats was reminiscent of the Leonard Marshall hit on Joe Montana in the ’90 NFC Championship Game. That hit basically ended Montana’s 49ers career. He was never the same player, and Favre had already reached his kill shot limit long before Moats planted him. He looked like a lost soul on the Vikings sideline Monday night. He looked passionless and determined to get out of dodge as quickly as possible. There was never a chance in hell that he would play, but he wanted you to think he would. You know, to play up the whole warrior image he created during his MVP years.
The cynic in me has me thinking the NFL told Perve that he needs to sit these last 4 games as a pseudo suspension for the Sterger sexting allegations. Whatever the case might be, I know it’s over…..Finally. Brett Favre will leave the game 1 year after he should have. He got dragged off of his tractor in Hickissippi to get his ass kicked on a horse shit team. Crawl back there Brett. I’m hoping your wife is there waiting for you with divorce papers. He isn’t the first great player to hold on too long and taint his legacy, and he won’t be the last. He should be leaving the NFL being loved and admired by all football fans. Instead, the drama queen leaves fans hating him, being creeped out by him & his wang, or just wanting him to go away permanently. For me, I feel the same way I did in the late 90′s, I respect him, but I still loathe him with every fiber of my being.
This is my favorite Brett Favre game. All I can say is…..revenge is sweet.