Every step of the way, we walked the line
your days are numbered, and so are mine.
-from "Mississippi' by Bob Dylan
"What do you want for dinner, Brett?" "I don't know. What do you want?" "I dunno." A couple months of that routine as well as the prospect of back-to-school shopping with the wife and kids and Brett Favre was ready to be hit again by 350-pound defensive linesmen. Good luck to Broadway Brett (as every media outlet is now calling him) and the Jets. They're going to need it.
Favre is ending his very brief retirement to play for the New York Jets. Compensation to the Green Bay Packers will be one draft pick. A future hall of famer for a draft pick. Interesting.
From the Jets standpoint, it's a little mystifying, really. Do the Jets think they will be more competitive against the New England Patriots, their conference rivals, with a 38-year-old quarterback who may decide mid-season that he just doesn't have the willpower to go on anymore, to practice hard and watch endless hours of film? Granted, they may be better with Favre than with the ineffectual Chad Pennington (football players should never be named "Chad"), but having Favre as their quarterback is a temporary solution, most likely to last only one season, and it's not a solution that will get them to the Super Bowl.
If nothing else, the Jets will get more media attention now (because New York teams just never get that), but that may prove to be a bad thing if Favre stinks up the Meadowlands. It's a harsh, glaring spotlight that gets focused on athletes, and others, in NYC, and Favre may wish he had stayed in Mississippi. This season may put a permanent tarnish on Favre's career, all because he didn't want to stay home with the wife.
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