Monday, July 20, 2015

Brett Favre, the Viking

Sheriff David Clarke tweeted an image late Sunday that doesn't fit with the weekend festivities in Green Bay.

Yes, that image is not good. And that quote!

Favre said, "In Minnesota, I finally feel like I'm home."

There were bad years, and a lot of bad stuff.

Embracing Favre's induction into the Packers Hall of Fame and the retirement of his number required a lot of compartmentalization.

I certainly haven't forgotten Favre's attempts to stick it to the Packers, all the bitterness and the pettiness and the assorted crap.

But, I also haven't forgotten all those great years and the Lombardi Trophy's return to Titletown.

Many, many years ago, I remember seeing the trophies from Super Bowl I and II at the Packers Hall of Fame, at the location across the street from Lambeau. I would ask family members, "Will we ever have another Super Bowl championship? Do you think it will happen?"

It was a dream that did finally happen. Brett Favre played a critical role in helping so many Packer fans realize that dream. For a generation, Favre gave us so much and for that I am grateful.

Of course, that made his betrayal that much more disturbing. He was classless. But, that's how it went down.

So, what do we do?

Compartmentalize. Remember the good times. No, the great times. Without question, he deserves the honors he's receiving. Favre was certainly appreciative and gracious in his return to Green Bay. On Saturday, he conducted himself with class and integrity.

When it comes to the other stuff, the past vindictiveness and everything else, we need to dismiss and engage in a little rewriting of history.

If you're aware of reality and you deal in the truth, that's a bit tough.

We can't change the past, but we can choose what we want to remember.

Last Saturday in Green Bay is a perfect example.

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