For a while there, it looked like whatever demon Brett Favre sold his soul to was going to triumph over the Vikings' history of post-season futility, over all the bad karma the 'Queens have engendered this season, and even over Brett's Gunslinger tendencies.
And then: oh, sweet vengeance. The Brett Favre who haunted my nightmares as a Packer fan for 15+ years showed up and made the one throw that you cannot make in the waning seconds of the game, with your team on the outskirts of field goal position: across his body, into traffic, over the middle. (Could Ryan Longwell have made a 55-yard field goal? Fuck if I know, but if there's one thing I've learned about football, it's that it's much easier to attempt a field goal when your team actually has the ball.)
In a way, it was kind of like all the Ghosts of Favre Past showed up for the NFC Championship Game. The end-of-game pick evoked memories of a game I'm still not ready to talk about, as well as the beach ball Brett threw in overtime of the Divisional play-off game against Philly. The six Viking fumbles called to mind Brett's six-pick stinkbomb against the Rams. It was beautiful and painful and glorious and gut-wrenching all at the same time.
Favre Watch 8: It's the Vikings Problem Now! starts in earnest this morning ...
3 comments:
assuming the old man hangs em up...his last throw with the Falcons, Packers, Jets and Vikings were all INT's.
last night I was jumping around his my room like a 3rd grader after the Favre pick as if the Packers had just won the Super Bowl screaming "he did it...he did it...i can't believe he did it"
Wow. Good tidbit, SBTG. I did not know that.
Even though I did lock myself in last night, I did manage to avoid all bathtubs with toasters in them. Also, thanks for the short-lived condolences.
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