First things first: I’m a San Francisco 49ers fan. Ever since I first learned how to watch and appreciate football, the 49ers and their players captured my imagination like no other.
Having said that, I have absolutely no problem admiring the greatness of others. Whether it’s the greatness of other individual players (Peyton Manning, LaDainian Tomlinson, Rich Gannon, and others, to name just a very few) or the greatness of other teams (the New England Patriots, despite the allegations of surreptitious sideline signal filming as exposed by the NY Jets a couple of years ago, deserve much admiration, for one), if they’re demonstrably the best at what they do, then they will have earned my respect and admiration.
The reverse, of course, is also true. If players or teams do bonehead things, they earn my disgust. Norv Turner, for example, is reputed to be one of the sharper offensive minds in football. I’d say that’s probably true. On the other hand, as a head coach he’s utterly useless. I think that it’s safe to say that the San Diego Chargers have had one of the most talented rosters man-for-man for the last three years at least; two of those years, I think they were good enough to go to the Super Bowl (and probably actually even win it). Norv (and predecessor Marty Schottenheimer) haven’t even made it as far as the AFC Championship game. What boneheads.
Michael Vick (overrated piece of trash for a QB), Terrell Owens, “The Boz”… boneheads, all.
But I think the new king of the utterly ridiculous, the NFL figure who most deserves my most poisonous spleen venting, is Brett Favre. With his girlish fickleness, his egomania reaching Oprah-like levels, his crass dishonesty, and his blatant disregard for the good of his team (I’m pretty sure he wanted to play this year all along, but went through this ridiculous “I won’t play; I’m retired (again)” charade), I have no hesitation in wishing nothing but the absolute worst for Favre.
I hope he gets hurt in the remainder of the pre-season.
I hope he gets severely injured sometime during the season.
I hope he breaks his leg, just like Joe Theismann did when Lawrence Taylor broke through the protection.
I hope he gets hurt so severely, he’ll have absolutely NO CHOICE but to END HIS CAREER.
Hateful words, for sure. But I AM SICK OF BRETT FAVRE.
He’s an overrated piece of trash as a quarterback anyway. Two Super Bowl appearances, one win. Sure, he has the record for most starts, most touchdowns, etc. for QBs. Big effing deal. He’s also got a horrendous number of interceptions. Not cool for QBs at any level. His “positive” statistics are not so much the result of superlative talent (he had the arm, he had some instincts, but not the mental acumen of true greats like Peyton Manning, Johnny Unitas, or Joe Montana, for example) as they are a consequence of his longevity.
Longevity may be an indicator of one’s value or worth in a particular sport. But I don’t see it as a particularly significant metric of greatness.
Unlike Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, who contributed significantly up until the end of his long career with the Lakers (helping lead them to the NBA championship a few times in his last five years, and losing in the Finals despite playing well and leading the team in his final season), Favre seems to play only to extend his iron man streak and to put butts in the seats. Oh, and to provide fodder for the informal pundits and radio talk show people. And let’s not forget to mention to salve a very sick ego so desperate to stay in the limelight and get attention.
Yes, I’ve said that Brett Favre is overrated as a quarterback. I don’t care how many touchdowns you’ve thrown; how many games did you lose because you threw into triple coverage that even I can see? I’ll say it now that Favre is also massively overrated as a man, too.
Let me slightly amend what I wrote above: Most girls are not as fickle as Favre.
And I stand firm on that.
Seriously, Brett: Break a leg.
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