I know that the title there is a cliche, but it's also true. 16 years he gave us, 16 years of playing football how it's supposed to be played, 16 years of winning - well, okay 15 years. That's right, he had -1- losing season, not even I realized he'd managed that particular feat. All the heartache - His father dying, his brother in law being killed, his wife battling cancer, his pain killer addiction... all the joy... that first TD pass in Super Bowl XXXI, the hoisting of the first Lombardi trophy to grace the halls of Lambeau Field since the man the Trophy is named for brought it to the home where it belongs, and the way he often seemed like just a big kid out on the field, slinging it around.
Brett Favre has retired, as you've no doubt read, and while I was one of the ones (Even though I -am- a Packer faithful) who felt he might have hung around to long, it's only now sinking in for me what this means. I came to Packer nation on the heels of Mike Holmgren, and found Brett Favre there at the beginning. He has been a Packer, as long as I have been a Packer fan... and now he's gone. Walked up that tunnel for the last time, and we'll never get to see his joyful play again. It's surprising that I feel as emotional as I do, but I guess I liked the guy more than I realized.
Farve will be missed, but fret not Packer fans... have faith along with me that our future is bright, and ol' Number 4 will always be ours. Ol' number 4 couldn't be anyone elses.
Thanks for the memories, Brett, and I hope your life after football is as good as it could ever be.