When Brett Favre made his debut in the NFL in 1992, I was nine years old. I really don’t remember watching him play until somewhere around the 1994 season. But even then you could tell something was different about this guy, in his early twenties you could tell he had the passion for the game most only had in high school or college. As his professional career went on, and on, and on, and on, his youth never escaped him, until now.
Watching the Minnesota Vikings these past two weeks, Favre looked something he never once did before, old and uninspired. Like he was being dragged out to play the game against his will. It’s a shame, because the NFL is a more entertaining environment not only when Favre is playing, but when he’s acting 15 years younger than he rightfully should. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Favre’d out