So Brett Favre is gone, and frankly, we here at the Playground couldn't be happier. It is unfortunate that in recent weeks, everyone got to see what Brett Favre was made of.
Now, Favre apparently forgets things from time to time. Like the fact that he's 38, and that he retired, and that no team really wants to build a future around a guy who's 38. Let alone a team with a QB they drafted in the first round three years ago and one that drafted two more quarterbacks after his ass retired five months ago.
Favre's hardly the first gunslinging geezer to get dealt. Joe Montana and Johnny Unitas also finished their careers playing for teams other than the one they're remembered playing for. The difference is that Joe Montana and Johnny Unitas showed some class when they got traded.
But unlike the morons defending him on the Press Gazette website - you know, the ones that can't spell and failed the their/there/they're test - some of us saw Favre for what he was the whole time: a whiny, indecisive little bitch that thought he could bully his employer into giving him a release. And then he showed up in Green Bay and realized what everyone else knew all along - not only did he not hold any cards, but his employer owned the deck.
Favre's not bigger than the team. He never was. And Bart Starr was still a way better quarterback than him.
Let's face reality. Save for last year, Favre's been resoundingly mediocre this millennium. He's only gotten past the division round once.
Care to join me on a trip down memory lane, Brett?
You threw six interceptions in a Wild Card loss to St. Louis is 2001. Three of them were returned for touchdowns. We need say no more about that game other than that you were terrible and because of you, your team never had a chance.
The next year, you went belly up at home to the Atlanta Falcons. Two interceptions, a lost fumble, a bunch of wayward throws, and a whopping seven points at the end of the game. Nice work. And it wasn't even cold out. The highlight of that evening was me getting flipped off by an eight-year-old kid in a Favre jersey at Babe's. The look on his tear-stained face was priceless. Another kid left heartbroken by his hero.
Then there was that impressive overtime drive against Philadelphia in 2003. Sure, you can blame the defense for giving up that first down on 4th-and-26 in the fourth quarter. But let's not forget that same defense forced the Eagles to go three-and-out on the opening drive in overtime. And what'd you do, Brett? I believe you threw a stunning completion to Brian Dawkins on the first play of the ensuing drive. Once again, you were put in a position to win and you totally screwed the pooch.
Oh, and let's not forget 2004 either. One touchdown and four interceptions in a Wild Card loss to the Vikings at home. You got whipped in your own stadium by Daunte Culpepper, a guy who was never anything better than a slower, dumber version of Randall Cunningham. The Minnesota defense had as many receptions as Randy Moss that night. Good job.
Then, after two mediocre seasons, you get to the NFC Championship game in 2007, only to fold like a pup tent at home (once again), getting completely outplayed by a guy who's not even the best quarterback at his family's dinner table.
And now you're going from a 13-3 team that's still the best team in its division to a 4-12 team that isn't even the best team playing in its own home stadium. You could've been traded there last week, you know, if it was really just about your desire to play like you said it was.
But instead, you led us on a fantastic voyage. In one week, it went from "I want a release" to "I won't talk to the Jets or the Bucs" to "golly, that buyout sure looks good" to "I just want a chance to play" to "man, this isn't going to work" to "you know what, that buyout that looked so good last week smells like a bribe now" to "gosh, I guess I better go to New York since nobody else wants to ditch their franchise's future on a 38-year-old guy who wants to call plays on the sandlot for another year."
How ever did people get the impression that you were indecisive, or unable to commit?
Good luck with the New York media. They're not going to give you the same kind of verbal fellatio that Green Bay gave you all those years, when it always overlooked your shortcomings because you helped us ditch our Super Bowl drought. But really, after that, you haven't done much of anything for us. When all is said and done, you have as many Super Bowl rings as Trent Dilfer. Doug Williams. Brad Johnson.
I smell one 8-8 season and a fast trip back into retirement. In the meantime, I'd like to dedicate this song to you, Brett. Have fun in Jersey.
Now, Favre apparently forgets things from time to time. Like the fact that he's 38, and that he retired, and that no team really wants to build a future around a guy who's 38. Let alone a team with a QB they drafted in the first round three years ago and one that drafted two more quarterbacks after his ass retired five months ago.
Favre's hardly the first gunslinging geezer to get dealt. Joe Montana and Johnny Unitas also finished their careers playing for teams other than the one they're remembered playing for. The difference is that Joe Montana and Johnny Unitas showed some class when they got traded.
But unlike the morons defending him on the Press Gazette website - you know, the ones that can't spell and failed the their/there/they're test - some of us saw Favre for what he was the whole time: a whiny, indecisive little bitch that thought he could bully his employer into giving him a release. And then he showed up in Green Bay and realized what everyone else knew all along - not only did he not hold any cards, but his employer owned the deck.
Favre's not bigger than the team. He never was. And Bart Starr was still a way better quarterback than him.
Let's face reality. Save for last year, Favre's been resoundingly mediocre this millennium. He's only gotten past the division round once.
Care to join me on a trip down memory lane, Brett?
You threw six interceptions in a Wild Card loss to St. Louis is 2001. Three of them were returned for touchdowns. We need say no more about that game other than that you were terrible and because of you, your team never had a chance.
The next year, you went belly up at home to the Atlanta Falcons. Two interceptions, a lost fumble, a bunch of wayward throws, and a whopping seven points at the end of the game. Nice work. And it wasn't even cold out. The highlight of that evening was me getting flipped off by an eight-year-old kid in a Favre jersey at Babe's. The look on his tear-stained face was priceless. Another kid left heartbroken by his hero.
Then there was that impressive overtime drive against Philadelphia in 2003. Sure, you can blame the defense for giving up that first down on 4th-and-26 in the fourth quarter. But let's not forget that same defense forced the Eagles to go three-and-out on the opening drive in overtime. And what'd you do, Brett? I believe you threw a stunning completion to Brian Dawkins on the first play of the ensuing drive. Once again, you were put in a position to win and you totally screwed the pooch.
Oh, and let's not forget 2004 either. One touchdown and four interceptions in a Wild Card loss to the Vikings at home. You got whipped in your own stadium by Daunte Culpepper, a guy who was never anything better than a slower, dumber version of Randall Cunningham. The Minnesota defense had as many receptions as Randy Moss that night. Good job.
Then, after two mediocre seasons, you get to the NFC Championship game in 2007, only to fold like a pup tent at home (once again), getting completely outplayed by a guy who's not even the best quarterback at his family's dinner table.
And now you're going from a 13-3 team that's still the best team in its division to a 4-12 team that isn't even the best team playing in its own home stadium. You could've been traded there last week, you know, if it was really just about your desire to play like you said it was.
But instead, you led us on a fantastic voyage. In one week, it went from "I want a release" to "I won't talk to the Jets or the Bucs" to "golly, that buyout sure looks good" to "I just want a chance to play" to "man, this isn't going to work" to "you know what, that buyout that looked so good last week smells like a bribe now" to "gosh, I guess I better go to New York since nobody else wants to ditch their franchise's future on a 38-year-old guy who wants to call plays on the sandlot for another year."
How ever did people get the impression that you were indecisive, or unable to commit?
Good luck with the New York media. They're not going to give you the same kind of verbal fellatio that Green Bay gave you all those years, when it always overlooked your shortcomings because you helped us ditch our Super Bowl drought. But really, after that, you haven't done much of anything for us. When all is said and done, you have as many Super Bowl rings as Trent Dilfer. Doug Williams. Brad Johnson.
I smell one 8-8 season and a fast trip back into retirement. In the meantime, I'd like to dedicate this song to you, Brett. Have fun in Jersey.
6 comments:
what kind of season do you smell for the Packers? Because I guarantee they would have won more games with BF than they will now.
You have hit a new low with this post. I don't think you believe in anything, you just like to agitate people where it hurts with your smarmy posts, political or otherwise. Good day.
It's a much tougher schedule this year than last, and with that said, I think 9-7 can win the division. The Bears and Lions are a mess and I'm not much of a believer in Tarvaris Jackson. The Vikings are the only real threat in the division.
In short, it's a great time for Aaron Rodgers' first season as starter because he shouldn't have to be great to get this team to the playoffs.
Finally, don't hate me because I point out the truth. I'm sorry it took the facts to remind you that BF has failed the Packers in big games time and time again over the last decade.
long live smarmy.
Brett's not nearly as bad as you paint him--nor nearly as good as he thinks he is.
McC's preference is for a much more disciplined offense.
Agreed. McCarthy's system, as we saw last year, simply relies on someone who is disciplined enough to trust the system.
Was it really Favre that had one last great year, or was it simply that Favre was finally convinced to cut down on the, um... er... spontaneous playmaking efforts and follow the plan?
Brett is a professional football player, who can't stand being with his wife and children, can't take it when he is not the center of attention, and fools around with other woman, just like his buddy frank
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