Bill Plaschke kicks off the Brett Favre fellatio

March 4th, 2008 | Posted by PostmanR

Look: I’ve said it before on this site, I appreciate Brett Favre the player, because he did things this past NFL season he should not have. I can respect him for that. But if there’s one thing that’s makes you loathe the guy (and something that’s not really his fault), it’s the MSM’s insistence on treating him like he’s the Hero of all Heros, a modern day Leonidas. It’s annoying; it’s somewhat uncalled for; it’s just stopitalready. But now with his apparent retirement today, we’re going to get bombarded with it for the next week or so.

And let our guy Bill Plaschke usher us into the lovefest:

Football has lost its face.

With his beard stubble and fiery eyes and gaping grin, has anybody ever symbolized the game’s rough-hewn hope better than Favre?

Football has lost its voice.

With his southern accent filling everything from his signals to his whoops to his tears, has anybody ever sounded like the sport’s small-town beginnings more than Favre?

Football has lost a chunk of its heart.

Ah yes, the stubble, the fiery eyes … keep going Bill! Your one-sentence graphs are moving me!

He’ll be remembered, by me, for an interview I conducted with him several years ago in a Green Bay Packers office.

He walked in wearing a tattered T-shirt and underwear. On the back of the underwear, in clear block letters, was printed the name, “IRVIN FAVRE.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Any time I go home to visit, the laundry gets all mixed up and I come back with my dad’s underwear.”

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“We’re just regular people,” she said. “Brett is just a regular guy who happens to know how to throw a football. It’s fun, ain’t it?”

This is just the tipping point, my friends. I think Peter King is penning his column about that time he interviewed a naked Favre while they ate watermelon and talked about audibles. Speaking of which …