Wow. After all that talk, we really didn’t see this coming. Now we’re conflicted. As Jets fans but Favre haters, what are we to do?
Favre’s an upgrade over whoever the Jets were going to trot out at starting quarterback. Is he a solid plan for the future? Not at 39 with an undisclosed number of concussions weighing on his brain. Would we rather they tank the season with Kellen Clemens learning on the job? Probably. But that’s not happening. The Jets have Fav-ruh.
Here at The Nooner, we’re actually pretty excited about it. For better or worse, Favre always takes the headlines. Headlines like: “Favre Wins, Weeps” or “Favre Loses, Weeps” or “Favre Throws Six Interceptions, Weeps” or “Favre Shaves Stubble, Grows It Back Instantly, Weeps.”
Frankly, we’re just psyched to see how the whole down-home-country-boy-who-wears-Wranglers-and-drives-a-pickup-truck thing plays in New York. Where’s Favre going to play his funtime pickup game with all those other guys in Wranglers? Central Park? Too crowded. Prospect Park? Too hilly. Washington Square Park? Too many drug dealers, and none of them selling pills (though Favre might play there just to get Mario Manningham with his first pick). We fully expect to see Favre scrambling around one of those dank alleys over by the Midtown Tunnel, using telephone poles as yard markers and throwing touchdowns to the guy using the abandoned Hyundai to set a pick on the defender.
We’re still trying to rationalize the whole thing. At least Favre can throw the ball farther than Pennington and more accurately than Clemens, plus he might be a good mentor to the young quarterback, who only has the throwing-interceptions part of Favre’s game studied.







