Last year, the Green Bay Packers with Brett Favre were just one play from making it to the Super Bowl in the 2007-2008 season.
This year after Week 15 and a 5-9 record without Brett Favre, the Pack Ain’t Back and will endure a hideous winter, not because of the snow and freeze-your-niblets cold but because there won’t be any playoff football to watch in Title Town.
Favre’s New York Bretts (Jets) are 9-5 and have a share of the NFC East lead, with the New England Patriots and the Miami Dolphins of all people.
I happen to like the look of Favre in New York Jets green and I chuckle at the Packers’ demise this year.
I know Aaron Rodgers is their quarterback of the future, but you let a man like Brett Favre determine his own destiny. You don’t send a Hall of Fame quarterback packing like that. You let Brett play his one more year and be done with it all.
Now, with the Jets Favre may be around for another two or three years.
Hey, if Steve Young could wait his turn behind Joe Montana, Aaron Rodgers could have waited another season for his turn.
The Packers handled the Brett Favre situation every way but the right way and are now enjoying their comeuppance.
The honeymoon is over in Dallas.
T.O. is spouting off about his teammates to the press.
Terrell Owens wants two things out of football, the ball and a win – not necessarily in that order.
If I spent the first two quarters of a football game running 30-yard sprints 10 to 15 times and nobody threw me the ball, I’d be a little upset too.
T.O. wants the ball. He gets the ball, he gets camera time.
T.O. makes Deion Sanders look like a high school wallflower at the spring dance.
Many say it’s his ego. I offer that it might be a little ADD. You don’t give him the football he’s going to lose interest in what’s going on out there.
When I played baseball I pitched because the ball was in my hands to start every play. I was always the first to pick up the brand new white baseball, and when I was a kid, getting to throw a brand new white baseball – pearls – wasn’t something we did every day. Most of our baseballs were held together by electrician’s tape.
I couldn’t have played centerfield and maybe have the ball come to me two or three times a game. I played right field once and took a transistor radio out there with me to keep from being completely bored.
I’m sure ego played into it too.
When I got the ball, all eyes were on me.
When T.O. gets the ball all eyes are on him.
In my case it might have been 25 to 30 pair of eyes. In Terrell’s case it might be 25 to 30 million.
One thing you have to say in support of T.O.’s case, when you throw him the ball he scores touchdowns, you win and everybody’s happy.
When you don’t throw him the ball, he doesn’t score, you lose and he’s upset.
Seems like a no-brainer to me.
Throw him the ball.
It figures the day I move out of Georgia the Atlanta Falcons suddenly discover how to play football. Living in Georgia I’ve been subjected to years of nothing but Falcons games for the last 25 years and mostly they’ve been pitiful teams. From Jerry Glanville’s Chuck and Duck offense to Michael Vick being hounded by PETA for cruelty to animals, I’ve endured Sunday after Sunday of fruitless Falcon football.
Then I move to South Carolina and they start winning, but they don’t show Falcons’ games here.
I’m supposed to be a Panthers fan now.
Did I hear tell they were in first place?
And the team they’re battling for the top playoff spot? The Falcons. Well, I’ll be.