That previous sentence is what the headline should be. It won’t. This Vikings team is all about Brett Favre, all the time, and it almost seems necessary that the roman numeral’d Bowl has a ‘V’ in it just to give Favre more of a reason to be there.
He shouldn’t be. On Sunday, two teams are going up against each other with the true “good versus evil” corollary singing in the background. The New Orleans Saints are hosting a game in a town that was an American version of the Haiti crisis just four years ago. They are playing a team that is lead by a 40-year-old quarterback that, while having a season where his game resembles that of a 20-something, so have his personality, attitude and morals.
If karma is ever something the human spirit should believe in, Favre shouldn’t be allowed to win this game. The guy has done everything short of lighting brown paper bags full of poop on random people’s doorways, yet is still receiving all the adoration a pilot might get for successfully landing a plane on the Hudson.
At the end of the Jets improbable win over the Chargers last Sunday, 23-year-old Mark Sanchez(notes) was celebrating with his teammates the way a civilized person would. He was smiling and high- fiving and taking in a big moment in his young career.
Contrast that with the day before, when a man 17 years his senior was chunking a touchdown pass in the fourth quarter of an already- decided football game, when he team was already up 24 points, on fourth down! This was the equivalent of winning a tough pick-up basketball game on a strong drive to the hoop, and instead of slapping our opponent on the ass you elbow-check him in the groin, and laugh as he doubles over on the hardwood.
“It was Brett being Brett,” said a lot of his salivating followers, as Favre added another notch (four postseason touchdown passes) to his increasingly girthful record book. To me, it was Brett being Brett, but more in a, “that type of stuff couldn’t define this guy’s true colors more” kind of way.
Across the ball on Sunday, Favre will be going against Drew Brees(notes), the type of athlete I hope my kid turns out to be one day. When I was a junior in high school, I was lucky enough to attend a Purdue golf camp in Indiana, and to my astonishment, Brees was one of the counselors on hand. It turned out Brees had a soft spot in his heart for golf, and since I was one of the few Texans in attendance, he had a soft spot for me. Brees didn’t have to be there. He didn’t have to stay after and try and hit 300-yard bombs with my left-handed Ping driver. But he did. And he laughed and joked and genuinely seemed to enjoy it.
People preach about karma all the time. Girls tell their recently dumped friends, “Oh, he will get his, you just wait.” People speak of how much of a “bitch” it is, and how it will eventually come back and haunt someone.
My request for Sunday is for karma to finally show its face. Come out and give Favre, the man that dumped fans and teammates faster than a FedEx guy drops off packages, his rightful exit to regularity. Let him walk off a football field for the final time a loser, a true loser. Let him toss a few picks and hang his head and go back to the locker room not with “American Idol” in his head but possibly Ruben Studdard.
Let regular NFL fans not forget what Favre has done in his career: ignore Aaron Rodgers(notes), whiz on the Packers organization, load us with more BS than an Encyclopedia salesman, lie to the Jets, frustrate NFL fans and finally go to his arch nemesis in hopes of winning one more ring.
You may love the man, and for those few Packers fans that still appreciate what he did for your organization, I don’t fault you. Heck, I actually respect you for being a bigger man than I. It just seems that if karma is actually around, it might show up at the Superdome this Sunday.
Let the Saints move on the Super Bowl, and let Favre finally leave our lives forever the way it should be: without a tainted ring and with a few more interceptions to his already NFL leading number. It is bound to happen; I just hope it does in New Orleans. That town has suffered enough.