24th January 2011

The Final Days of Favre

There may have been a point where Brett Favre played football because he loved it. But he kept playing it long after it made sense, because he doesn’t know how to do anything else. He never bothered to create another identity. The fact that others conspired to bestow this shallowness with meaning and virtue isn’t Brett Favre’s fault. I use my one question here to ask him about “life after football.” He instantly shoots back, “Is there?” It functions as a laugh line in this room of reporters—and Favre is indeed quite funny in other parts of the presser (“I think my stubbornness, my hardheadedness, and stupidity at times has enabled me to play for twenty years”)—but when Favre says the thing about life after football, he isn’t smiling.

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