(above : what the well-dressed Gate D chanter will be wearing this autumn)
OK, I’ll admit the above headline leaves a bit to be desired. But it beats “Tom Brady No Longer The AFC East’s Most Jizzed-Over QB”. I’ll not argue the J-E-T-S’ stunning acquisition of Brett Favre doesn’t give Gang Green, in the words of the Post’s venerable Mr. Loser, “the kind of arm, the kind of presence, the kind of credibility and the kind of hope that Joe Namath gave them 40 long years ago,” but what of the unmatched megalomania? How many radio sports-yackers who just a week ago characterized Manny Ramirez as the greatest affront to the team concept since Barry Bonds’ leather recliner will have similar scorn for Favre’s exit strategy?
The New York Sun’s Michael David Smith calls the Jets’ gambit, “the only trade that could possibly transform them into a better team than the New England Patriots,” and while that seems wildly optimistic, at least we’re spared the undignified sight of Tampa’s resident Lance Armstrong lookalike grumblng his way through a farewell press conference.
Oh, MDS, way to take the MSM slant and put your own non-unique spin on it. Granted, if he deigns to talk about how Favre improves the Jets’ running game & pass rush in that article, I’m not going to know about it, because the dude’s scribbles give me pink eye.
That said, as a pseudo-proud resident of the Tri-State Area, I look forward to seeing Favre every weekend (take THAT DirecTV!) spread his scintillating brand of fun across the hands of AFC secondaries for four months. Hopefully while throwing off his back foot and across his body after pointlessly scrambling for 15 seconds.
If anyone’s willing to contribute to a fund to help D’Brickashaw Ferguson show his Favreness what a sack actually is, let me know.
Favre mania hasn’t started here yet but you know that the MSM will do a total 180 if the Jets win their first three games….and then the dumb Joe Namath comparisons will start. If he wins a Super Bowl and then retires the obnoxious meter will melt down and he’ll be named the greatest, white alpha-male, pickup truck drivin’, wife-beatin’, pill-poppin’ football player. Because it always sounds better when you describe someone by what he actually is, as long as you emphasize the word and then act like you just said something really profound…like you just educated your audience that he plays ball for a living. Dan Dierdorf used to be the king of that shit. I fondly remember the days when every single Monday night he’d say “gentlemen, tonight we’ve seen everything” after the camera panned the crowd and zoomed in on someone with a funny costume or some boring sign. What I wouldn’t give to hear him go on and on about Lord Favre being “a football player.” God I hate people.
“I look forward to seeing Favre every weekend (take THAT DirecTV!) spread his scintillating brand of fun across the hands of AFC secondaries for four months. Hopefully while throwing off his back foot and across his body after pointlessly scrambling for 15 seconds.”
I believe that will be described (the first few times, anyway) as “Favre just trying to make something happen”.
The Jets playbook is probably a tad more complex then what he’s used to. I picture Brett flipping through Chad’s old copy and wondering how in the world he’s going to be able to roll to the right every time.
Should be 2 easy wins with the Dolphins rebuilding, and the Bills might not be a problem either. Friend of mine told me the Jets have the 24th toughest schedule.
I can only imagine what going from the tiniest to the biggest media market will provide in terms of comedy. I further predict the ironic “hooo-eee” will take hold as a Williamsburg slang trend.