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Brett Fave is back. I can’t believe it!

For football fans, it’s a dream come true! In fact, I’m so excited that I’m using exclamation marks like my mother does when she writes e-mails! Man, this kicks ass! Favre! FAVre! FAVRE!


Let’s be honest here …

A. What a joke. Forget the fact that Favre was, at best, bad for the New York Jets last year. Forget the fact that the Vikings have two young quarterbacks, Sage Rosenfels and Tavaris Jackson, who will now be spending their winter holding clipboards. What irks me to no end about this is the ego. You’re Brett Favre—the greatest quarterback in Packers history … and you sign with the Vikings!? Such disrespect.

B. ESPN makes me want to vomit. Not always, but certainly in their Favre coverage. Favre, Favre, Favre, Favre, Favre, Favre. The guy is a 39-year-old washed-up quarterback. We only care because you keep insisting we care. So stop! Really, stop!

C. Just being honest—I’m now rooting for Michael Vick much harder than I’m rooting for Favre. Vick’s story is redemption. Favre’s story is that of a grating old man who won’t go away.

D. I don’t think the Vikings will be very good. Same old story—great halfback, mediocre receivers … no QB.

E. Yeah. That’s about it.