This is really just a private note between neighbors.
We like hating each other's football teams, but Minnesota and Wisconsin have a lot more in common than not. We're both fly-over states. We both get a lot of that slow-release rain five months a year. There's that famous "Minnesota Nice," of course, but people in Wisconsin are a lot the same kind of nice. We like our neighbors. We're like our neighbors.
I'm sure football fans in Minnesota are hurting this morning. Here's the thing. We love the guy too. But the thing that makes him great is the thing that breaks your heart. You live by Favre, you die by Favre. We know.
This isn't hindsight—we've watched him a lot longer than you have, remember? Remember 2007 and Corey Webster? The same drive that makes him the all-time iron man, the drive that gets him back out on the field battered, taped and limping to grind out the tying touchdown, the drive that keeps the records falling, is what sends him over the top. I said it out loud at the beginning of the game: impressive that he's had so few interceptions this year, but if the pressure gets intense, his true nature will turn up again. The same impulsiveness that makes him so exciting leads to the mistake that breaks your heart.
Your neighbors could have told you.
I was rooting for the Vikes all the way. (Never thought I'd say that.) I'm sorry the Vikes lost. (Never thought I'd say that.) And okay, I hope you keep the guy around for season #20. Your Vikings might not come home in February 2011 all bathed in Super Bowl glory either, but when you start feeling better, and look back on your 2009, you'll remember how much fun it was. And you'll realize how rare that kind of ride really is in the game.
It's kinda like life. It doesn't end well. But it's great to soar so high, on the way to that last pass.
Mike, in cheesehead mode