Favre

There have been two other posts on this great blog about Brett Favre, one by me from earlier this football season here and an ironic one from Drew a long time ago here.

Sunday night was, simply put, an amazing football game. New Orleans and Minnesota fought it out schoolyard style with 4 tie scores throughout the game, there was sloppy play sure, but it was a helluva game. New Orleans didn't look particularly good but they made plays when it mattered, forcing a shitload of turnovers.

Favre took a pounding as well, I'm guessing he broke his ankle and just decided to chew on some gravel and not tell anyone and ended up costing his team a shot at the win. This, if it is the end of his career, is oddly fitting. You live by the Favre and die by the Favre.

We learned early in our core classes at Whitman about the "hero" as personified by Odysseus, a man full of much ability but with some fatal flaws, hubris, etc. For me, Favre is the ultimate hero, glorious, yet flawed and it was all on display last Sunday as the old dog rallied his young butter-handed team while they were cornered but just as the golden prize loomed on the horizon his old treacherous maidens lured him down the whirlpool for one more dance with the devil.




here or villain article here