Fed Up Packers Punish Favre: Trade Him To Jets
By Jonathan Atwood on August 8th, 2008 10:56 AM |
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After years of waffling over whether or not to retire, Brett Favre had finally pushed the Green Bay Packers to the limit after coming out of retirement last month. As you all know by now, Favre retired in March after the Packers came within one “Favre” pass of making the SuperBowl last year, despite the pleas of his coach and the organization to come back for another year. Even after he officially retired, the Packers again tried to coax him to come back, but were ultimately rebuffed.
So once the Packers finally moved on and started to prepare for the post-Favre era with backup quarterback Aaron Rodgers, “#4″ supposedly got the “itch” back. Many people speculate that he just couldn’t live with his last play in the NFL being the interception that knocked them out of the playoffs, but if that were really the case, he would have never retired in the first place, or at the very least come back when the Packers were begging him to. But instead he chose to come back when it would cause the most pain and hardship for the Packers, and when he knew it would put him back in the media spotlight.
No, Brett Favre came back to play football because he is a pain in the ass prima donna that has gotten everything he wanted his entire 17 year career. The Packers have bent over backwards to accomodate Favre in his 16 years in Green Bay and how does he return the favor? He puts them in an impossible situation. There are only so many years where you can start to prepare for a season only to have that interrupted and turned on its head because your star quarterback decides he wants to come back to play just one more year, again.
After the ongoing tumult finally came to a head this month, the Packers had finally had enough with Favre and decided to teach him a lesson. Not only would he not be starting for the Green Bay Packers, with whom he was almost guaranteed to make the playoffs in the fairly weak NFC, but they would punish him. “Sure, you can screw around with us and make us look like complete idiots and jerks, but we’re going to trade you to the Jets. How do you like them apples, you redneck, catfish eating, megalomaniac son-of-female dog.”
That’s right, folks. Not only is Favre not going to compete for a SuperBowl this year, he’s not even going to win 10 games. And don’t get me wrong, I really like the Jets, but they are not going to make the playoffs this year. (For the record, just so Jets fans don’t think I am jumping all over them because I’m an Eagles fan, I do not think the Eagles are going to make the playoffs this season either)
Not only is Favre not going to win anything, he’s also not going to be the biggest show in town. I will give you that he is obviously generating a lot of fanfare and attention already, breaking the single day traffic record for the online NFL shop with over 3000 jerseys sold in one day. But New York is first and foremost a baseball town. New York isn’t even first and foremost a Jets town when it comes to football. Favre has to compete with Derek Jeter, Alex Rodriguez, and the New York Yankees; Jose Reyes, David Wright and the New York Mets; Eli Manning, Plaxico Burress, and the New York Giants.
Yes, Favre is bigger than Reyes and Wright and even Manning. He’s on a level field with Jeter and AROD, maybe a slight step ahead, but he is nothing compared to the Yankees. New York is a baseball town, which certainly has something to do with the fact that neither football teams plays in New York City, or even New York State; they play in New Jersey, and should be called the New Jersey Giants and New Jersey Jets, but that’s a whole other rant.
This ain’t Green Bay where people literally have nothing else better to do than paint themselves green, wear foam cheese hats, and worship at Brett Favre’s feat. This is New York. Good luck, sucker.



























