Ataxia is the thing with feathers.

Brett Favre

One of the three most memorable moments, to me, in Favre’s career, along with him running across the field like a 5 year old after winning the Super Bowl, and waving to the crowd after the last game of the 2005 season when we all thought he was hanging it up.

Sometime in September or October or whenever the NFL TV gods decide I am worthy enough to watch a game all the way out here in Boston, I will grab a beer, sit down in front of the television, and watch a player whose uniform number is not 4 start at quarterback for the Green Bay Packers. The last time that happened, I was 14 and not permitted to drink beer, so I was probably drinking a Mountain Dew, and Don Majkowski had just lost his Majik.

I am profoundly sad. Brett Favre changed the way I view football, and in conjunction with Charles Barkley, sports in general. In 2007, my appreciation of football was sparked to a level that it may not have ever reached before, and that was 117% due to Brett Favre and his approach to the game that made him always appear to be 8 years old in the backyard having the time of his life.

There is and will only ever be one Brett Favre, and I consider myself honored to have been able to watch him play for our beloved Packers.