Showing posts with label retirement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label retirement. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

So Favre has retired, aye?


Right now I am extremely annoyed. According to News.Google.com, some 1,108 news reports have gone up in the past hour or two regarding the retirement of Brett Favre. So this is unprecedented, right? We've never seen him do this before...

Yeah, but this time he's going to get in front of the cameras and cry his eyes out. So this is unprecedented, right? We've never seen him do this before...

Yeah, but this time he is experiencing real problems with the ankle. So this is unprecedented, right? We've never seen him do this before...

Whilst I am inclined to take these reports a bit more serious than the other half-dozen or so weepy retirement conferences Brett Favre has had before, I am still waiting for him to dress 2 hours before game-one of the 2010 season. This might not be over yet.

So what if it is over? What then, Dave?

Fine! I'm just fine with it. God bless, and enjoy your grandkids, Brett.

Awe, but it's the end of an era! It's the end of a legend!

In the immortal words of Herm Edwards: So what? The guy never really meant anything to me. I was extremely annoyed at how overrated he was. The Brett Favre I remember is the one who threw the 6 interceptions against the Rams in the 2001-2002 divisional playoff game. You know, the one who ended the last four NFC Championship games he played in with an interception.

I am talking about the tragically flawed gun-slinger, the riverboat gambler. I'm talking about the guy who had so much confidence in the strength of his arm he thought he could drill a bullet right through the chest of defensive back and into the hands of the WR standing behind him. I am talking about the sandlot QB who scrambled around like a chicken with his head cut off, flinging it downfield on a prayer. You know, they guy who draws plays up in the dirt?

The fact is that Favre had incredible athletic gifts, and the greatest of them was durability, but I never wanted him on my team. You see, you can beat 10 or 11 rooty-boot teams with a sandlot gunslinger like Brett Favre. You can do that pretty much every year. You can get into the playoff tournament most of the time with a guy like this.

The problem is that you'll never win one. I still marvel that the Pack won it in 1996. Don't get me wrong. I like and admire the Pack, but I still marvel they won the Super Bowl with Favre at the helm.

You see, a gunslinger like this can cap 10 or 11 teams each year because there are usually about 20 teams in league that can't really play football. About 10 of them are really bad. The others are all missing critical pieces. Only 12 teams qualify for the playoffs. Only about 6 of them are good. Of those, only 4 will qualify for the Conference Championship games.

When a gunslinger like Favre goes up against a high-quality team, without missing pieces, playing at a high championship caliber, he dies. That's what happens. You can't bring sandlot football rubbish up again a quality team like the 2007 New York Giants or the 2009 New Orleans Saints. You can't run the quick-draw gunslinger play against this type of team. They will kill you.

Personally, I have to tell you that Favre is nowhere near as great as they say he is. His massive stats are a function of his durability and his number of games played. Those are endurance records. He threw for more yards than anyone else because he threw for more years than just about anyone else.

Are you saying you discount Brett Favre's achievements? Yep, uh-hun, that is exactly and precisely what I am saying. I discount Brett Favre's statistical achievements.

Of course, he still belongs in the Hall of Fame, but don't even try to give me any of this shit about the greatest of all time. I don't want to hear any weepy speeches either.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Kurt Warner's retirement

Earlier today, I read a blurb on a West Coast website that Kurt Warner will make his annoucement regarding his decision on Friday. All sources indicate that he will annouce his retirement. When I got home, I found the NFL Network annoucing almost the same news.

My mood has been souring all evening long, and it has reached a point of deep melancholi. This is the news that has done it. I have not often spoken of Kurt Warner in this Blog, but I have always cheered for him. I was pulling for him like a muther in the last Super Bowl.

I feel it is a little untoward for a 43 year old 30 year veteran Ram fan to endlessly remember the glory of the Greatest Show on Turf. Still, there is no doubt that Kurt, Marshall, Issac, Torry, Az took us to the highest point I have ever seen in my 30 years. The Rams of the late 1940s and earl 1950s might have been greater, but those Rams of 1999 were incredible. One of these days--and soon--I am going to have describe what that meant for me. 'Dems was the best days that ever was, or that's evers gonna be... but let's hope not. Let's hope that there is a brighter epoch than this at some point in our futures.

I always felt that Kurt was my little brother from another mother. It is very hard for me to watch him retire. I know there are other members of the 1999 Rams still in the league. Fletch even made it to the ProBowl for the first time this year. Still, as Kurt passes out of the league, I feel as if it is the last of the Mohicans departing. It is hard to watch that.

Kurt, if you feel like it is your time to go, then God bless ya, but if there is anyway you can see your way clear to playing just one more season, I would greatly apreciate it.