At 8:50pm tonight I received a text that said only, "Whoa, looks like Favre's a Jet."
At 8:52pm, I replied, "Holy crap. Week 2 - Tommy vs. Brett. That's INSANE."
At 9:10pm, the computer was open. I was ready to return to the blog.
Where to even start. There is so much going through my head I can't even put the pieces together. I admit that I never even thought that Brett would un-retire. I really thought the timing was right and he seemed secure in what he was doing. I naively thought if he did come back, the Packers would suck it up and take him, and it would all be like nothing ever happened. But instead the entire nation was thrust into Brett Favre Hell, being punished day after day having to listen to the ESPN talking heads drone on and on and on and ON about every little, tiny detail of this ordeal! Part of me is happy there is just any outcome so I can stop having to hear about it.
Then the reality of what has just happened hits me. Wait one second...number 4 isn't a Packer anymore? Their quarterback is Aaron Rogers? And Favre is a....a....J-E-T??? This is the moment where I have to remember to keep breathing. Favre's in MY DIVISION? On our biggest rival team in the division? (Breathe Lisa breathe!) We're going to play him twice this season? (Breathe dammit!)
OK wait. This could be kind of cool. Yeah, that's right...it could be fun, historic even. We're going to get two amazing divisional match-ups this season between two future Hall of Fame quarterbacks who have never played in the same conference before. And I mean, the Patriots are better than the Jets no matter what. Let's not get carried away now.
I guess I just wish that one of my all-time favorite football players didn't have to play for one of my least-favorite teams. However, the man wants to play, and he should be able to play somewhere. I've been upset through the whole ordeal, as much I wished it would go away, I mostly wished it would end for Favre's sake. What I saw was a man who was lost. A man who's life had been all about football, and once football was gone he didn't know who he was anymore. The man couldn't not play, and then couldn't understand how the team he'd given his life to could turn him away. Looking into his eyes, the sparkle that was there always seems dimmer. It seems jaded and lonely. To me, that is the worst part. That's what I loved the most about Favre - his passion and pure joy. It is just not going to be the same. My poor Grandpa.
Nothing like a little drama to slam you back into football season! It's back with a vengeance and so am I! I admit it took me a little longer than I expected to be excited but its coming up. I know that once I get in front of the TV and see my baby Brady tossing a long ball to Randy Moss, I will be on cloud nine again. And there will be fantasy football...oh yes, there will be fantasy. I have a title defend, and you will not see any Super Bowl hangover here either.
