It Was Going to be Sooner or Later

I just thought that, after this season, it would be later. 

For sure, the state of Wisconsin is officially entering a time of mourning as #4 announces that he will leave his job as quarterback and the grass of Lambeau Field for his retirement as chief lawnmower at his home in Mississippi and his waiting John Deere tractor.

A wise woman said, “I really do love football, but its hard to parlay that into a reason to live.” 

In the depths of winter, when the playoffs are over and there’s two feet of snow on the ground, there is always the promise of flowers blooming in the spring, beach trips, and finally the beginning of preseason football to anticipate. 

I feel torn about all this.  Brett Favre played football for sixteen years.  That’s longer than our babysitter has been alive.  But, I only got to enjoy it for eight seasons and would have loved to have seen him win another championship.  I really thought he was going to- I did. 

It’s great that he is going to move on to another chapter in his life, but watching him play was a treat that I am going to miss.  He was an emotional player, and his facial expressions gave him away regardless of whether the Pack was losing or ahead by three touchdowns.  He couldn’t hide his disappointment when he was playing badly, but his look of sheer glee and that twinkle in his eye when everything was in sync was completely pure.   His enthusiasm was childlike. 

Happy Retirement, Mr. Favre.  Green Bay won’t be the same without you.