I’m not buying this thing is over. Not by a long shot. I’m not going to go all John Belushi from Animal House on you here (“Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?!!), but I’d be remiss not to point out that this melodrama is far too familiar by now.
Let’s see, in the past 24 hours Brett Favre has called Vikings coach Brad Childress to say he’s done, then he began telling various former coaches, media people, analysts, whomever, that he’s gonna keep throwing the ball, and how hard the decision was and that if somebody called him Nov. 1, well, heck, he’d probably have to listen and think about it some. So, in essence, it’s just the same old thing. This guy doesn’t know how to retire. Giving up football is so counter to his very nature that he’s becoming the poster boy for wishy-washy antics (John Kerry was dubbed a flip-flopper for far less, it seems), and drawing criticism for self indulgence.
Maybe the NFL is a league of skeptics, but I spoke to a lot of people who think it’s far from over. Injuries will occur and the opportunity to ride in as a savior could well develop. A lack of production from the quarterback position — a recent tradition for the Vikings and a reality across the league — could well put Favre right back in Minnesota, and there are people within that organization who believe that Childress would welcome him back under the right conditions.
So if you’re Favre, at this stage of your career where you are clearly able to call all of your own shots and dictate pretty much anything you want, would you rather come in during November (like Roger Clemens would do near the end of his career), skip all the baloney of the preseason and make say, a hypothetical $8 million for eight games? Or would you rather come in now when you know there’s only so many throws left in that howitzer of yours, make $10 million for potentially six weeks of preseason work and 16 games, absorb all of that punishment and then feel like you’ve got nothing left by Thanksgiving?
I’m not saying it’s right — surely it’s gonna cast a shadow over this Vikings team for a while, and given his recent comments, those in the media in Minnesota are going to have to monitor it closely and ask some questions. Hard to see it going away any time soon, and that’s probably not a best-case scenario for the Vikings.
But when you start dancing with Favre you know he might not have your hand at the end of the night, you know he can be fickle and you know how old he is, but they did indeed wade in — deeply. If they weren’t highly motivated to get him then there’s no way he has the surgery and spends all summer putting purple and black marks on high school kids’ chests with the nose of a football. If they weren’t waiting with open arms — and they were the only serious suitor — then he probably would be done.
Thus, here we are, almost in August, and the Vikings still think Favre provides their best chance to win, and they still run the same system that he knows and loves. and they still play in that cozy dome, and his arm may well feel stronger and fresher 2-3 months from now, and a quarterback would be the missing piece of that puzzle with the running game and defense in place … And, well, you guys tell me how anything has changed?
Randoms: The LaCAMfora was installed yesterday, and I did NFL Total Access from the new camera in my house for the first time. Pretty crazy stuff. My biggest fear is our kids figure out what’s now in the spare room, next to their play room, and we end up with paint, Play-Doh, mac-and-cheese and who knows what else all over the hardware, and find the camera in a 1,000 little pieces. Yikes. I put a fairly formidable lock on the door to the studio area this afternoon (about the extent of my mechanical skills — actually Lauren put her money on the lock, and not me).
I’m going to have to figure a few things out with the camera and learn a few tricks, but man, it is convient as heck. It tends to get pretty loud at home with a two-year old and a four-year old, especially around dinner/bath time — when we’re live — so we’re gonna have to work out some logistics on our end, but man, it’s convenient as heck. if you ever happen to see a little guy flash across the screen, quite possibly in a diaper with a small dump truck in his hand, that’s Rocco. And the little girl, likely in a Disney Princess get-up of some sort, is Chloe. Obviously I am praying youy guys never become acquainted, at least in these terms, but figured I should at least get the introductions out of the way should my worst fears ever come to life on live television … If there is a simple way to make your Blackberry jump right back to the first new message when it does that thing where it scans back to the last unread message, someone please let me know. Email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) or Twitter me (jasonlacanfora), please. Scrolling through six-weeks of texts, emails and phone records is taking years off my life (and the skin off my thumbs) … Okay, gonna get spruced up and crank up the lights and the camera. Hope you all have a great night. Cheers.