So the great Brett Favre, a favorite of mine,
retires. I was always glad to claim him as being yet another in
the long line of great Louisiana/New Orleans-area quarterbacks
(Kiln, Miss., is just 50 miles from N.O.). From being a
tremendously talented, terrific football player who also was a
punk, he grew into an honorable, gritty, community-minded leader
and even role model. And, of course, he broke just about every
passing record in the history of the NFL. He won one out of two
Super Bowls, and played in several other NFC championship games. If
he had won two Super Bowls (or more), you could make a case that,
with his other numbers, etc., he was THE greatest QB ever. With
"just" one Super Bowl win, he doesn't quite earn that decisive a
judgment. But what he does earn is more than good enough for most
mortals: Among modern-era QBs (this excludes Sammy Baugh; the game
was just too different back then), he joins the argument about who
the greatest ever was, an argument that now includes Favre,
Montana, Unitas, and Elway, with Peyton Manning and Tom Brady sure
to join the mix once their careers are in the rearview mirror and
thus can be put into full perspective. (Just missing the exalted
company of four-to-six demigods, but still among the greatest
Titans, are Dan Marino (no Super Bowl wins, though), Terry Bradshaw
(four SB wins aided by a phenomenal cast around him, but his
numbers weren't truly all that great), Steve Young, Bart Starr, and
maybe Roger Staubach and maybe Troy Aikman. But I dare say that
Favre was, by far, the most fun to watch. The sheer joy with which
he played; plus the improvisational nature of his game (as opposed
to the sort of clinical proficiency of Brady and Manning); plus (I
ackowledge sheepishly) the fact that he was such a gambler and
there is something thrilling about high-stakes play even when it
isn't always the smartest way to go): All of which made him the one
guy on the field you could never take your eyes off of. He will be
missed. And he deserves a very, very happy retirement.