Tom told me yesterday that Brett Favre announced his retirement from the NFL. I’ve been avoiding the subject because I don’t want to admit how much it bothers me. I didn’t grow up watching football, and would have continued along that path if it weren’t for Tom. He got me involved initially, but Favre was the one that kept me watching.
Ted Thompson, general manager of the Packers, said it best: “His accomplishments are legendary. And it’s the passion with which he played that made everyone a Brett Favre fan.” So true. I knew a lot of people who weren’t Green Bay fans, but they loved Favre. He’s an outstanding quarterback, fun to watch, and he’s a nice guy. Plus, he’s got those ruggedly handsome looks that I just can’t resist. He’s definitely not without fault, but I can’t imagine the game without him.
However, I did state in my wedding vows that I would be a Packer fan even after Favre retired, so I must persevere. On the plus side, that signed jersey we have has at least doubled in value. I should probably stop wearing it when I reenact the dance scene from Risky Business.
Goodbye Brett, I’ll miss you.