An Open Letter To Brett Favre
With each passing day, it appears more and more likely that you will in fact return – again – to play in the NFL. This time around with one of the crappiest franchises in pro sports, the Minnesota Vikings. Are you seriously going through with this?
I mean, after last year’s fiasco of an offseason, I really thought you had enough. I know I did. Pretty sure the rest of the world did too. And then, when you finally did take the field, did you prove Ted Thompson and the other doubters wrong? No. You didn’t. By season’s end, you looked exactly like the reckless over the hill quarterback they thought you were.
Yet, it seems like you can’t wait to drag us into this nonsense again.
Brett, we’ve been tight for what, 15 years? Half of my life? Well, long enough that I feel that I can speak my mind. Give it to you straight – something you have been completely unable or unwilling to do. Basically, if you, by your own choosing, play for the Minnesota Vikings, you are dead to me. Forever.
Aside from the Chicago Bears, there is no team Green Bay Packers’ fans hate more than that classless collection of thugs and stumblebums from Minny-sotah. There are certain lines you do not cross in pro sports. You’re about to cross it. Just be aware of the consequences. You’re not going to get a free pass and waltz back into Green Bay in a couple years for your jersey retirement. You think you can hold a grudge? Packers fans are sensitive types. We’re not going to let this slide. And if you’re thinking that this will only make us angry at Ted Thompson, think again. Packers fans aren’t idiots. This Vikings obsession is all of your making, Brett, and we know it.
I used to think that someday, I’d be telling my grandkids about how I got to watch you play when I was growing up. I would have told them about your powerful arm, your childlike exuberance for the game, your fierce competitiveness and your dazzling improvisation. That’s how you play football, I’d tell them. Now what do I say? “Oh yeah. Brett Favre. That was the most petty and infantile quarterback to ever strap on a pair of shoulder pads. A diva and a traitor.”
John Madden and your other sycophants used to praise your love of the game. And that’s why you played so long – for the love of the game, right? In fact, your official website even says so. Just months after you said that you had nothing left to give this game, for what are you playing for now? To me, it looks like petty revenge. You are so worked up over Ted Thompson that you – and this may be an NFL first – are coming out of retirement for revenge. What is this, pro wrestling? A Jean Claude Van Damme movie? Good grief, Brett, don’t embarrass yourself.
Don’t be coy about this. Be honest. Be a man. Stop lying about your intentions. The more you drag this soap opera on, the more you look like a fool. All the “At this time… I’m retired” nonsense insults our intelligence. You’re a liar.
Couldn’t you have just retired gracefully? Worked out pretty well for Dan Marino and John Elway. Instead, you’re turning into Warren Moon. Maybe next year you can suit up for the Texans or something. Awesome. A journeyman. Is that what you are? A journeyman out for vengeance?
What is this all about anyway? The Green Bay management didn’t let you run the team? They didn’t resign Marco Rivera? Are you mad because they did what any responsible management team would do when they drafted Aaron Rodgers? At some point, when your QB is pushing 40 and threatening to retire five years in a row, you need to groom a replacement. Should the Packers have just stuck with Doug Pederson or Craig Nall? Give me a break.
We don’t feel sorry for you Brett. We’re Packers fans first. We’re not on your side. If you let this go, we will welcome you back with open arms in a couple years. Your jersey will be retired and you will take your rightful place on the Packers ring of honor. The greatest Packer who ever lived. BUT if you wear purple on purpose… forget all of that. You’ll be dead to us. All the memories, all the come-from-behind victories, The Super Bowl… all will mean nothing. It will be like you never existed.
Packers fans don’t deserve this. We had your back through your less-than-stellar early years. We welcomed you back after your rehab stint and other personal problems. We shelled out money for tickets, jerseys and God knows what else. We helped make you very, very rich. And you’re basically giving us all the middle finger. You should expect nothing less from us.
Petty, lying backstabbing Benedict Arnold.
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Steffen grew up in Milwaukee, Bowler and Neenah Wisconsin. He is a UW-Stevens Point grad and currently works as a television producer in Los Angeles.