…when Brett Favre ended his career with a game-losing interception way back in naught-ten.
It was a classic battle between good and evil, as the kind-hearted Saints of the impoverished and hurricane ravaged town of New Orleans made war with the remorseless Nordic souls of Minnesota, who called themselves Vikings. Of these wretched and foul pillagers, one stood out as a dark power among lesser villains. He called himself Brett Favre.
This man had a powerfully rank aura that followed his shriveled, elderly flesh as he traveled from town to town, leaving nothing but ashes, despair, and crushed Super Bowl aspirations in his wake. But while most were repelled by his disregard for human spirit and violation of the souls of many men, others, such as Peter the Fat, turned a blind eye to his path of destruction so that they might bask in his odorous waves of putridity.
On this particular night, however, Brett Favre and his band of filthy Vikings were embroiled in a battle of the spirit with the Saints of New Orleans. The battle went on for hours, as the universe tried to resolve the balance between good and evil. Finally, as the match drew to its final seconds, the ruthless band of Vikings found themselves with one final chance to cast to world into disarray by vanquishing Good once and for all. They had only to advance the ball less fifteen feet so that they might score a field goal and win the game.
A Great Battle Didst Occureth
But alas, Brett Favre had other plans. He did not complete a pass. He did not run for the yards the Vikings needed to kick a field goal. He did not even throw the ball away. No, with all the world watching, their breath drawn in unified hatred for the beast, Brett Favre hurled the ball into the chest of Saint Tracy Porter of New Orleans. And thus ended the reign of the Great and Terrible Brett Favre.
God smiled. The heavens rejoiced. The people of New Orleans felt a sense of elation that was only multiplied by the 40 oz. bottles of party liquor that they consumed that night. And I was there. I saw it happen, on live television. Maybe one day my grandchildren will be able to revere in the glory of such a monumentally grand occasion… but probably not.
Tags: favre failure, Fuck Brett Favre, saints vikings epic, shadenfavre
I remember it like it was a week ago, sitting there playing video games. Talkin smack to Air about the bastard colts winning another game against a team that eeked into the playoffs. I was pulling for the Vikings to win, not because im behind the Favre hype, i just had alot of vikings on my fantasy team this year so i'm used to rootin for them.
Worst part is i dont think either team is going to beat Indy without playin a perfect game. Who is expected to beat them, the team that has more turnovers (5) in one game than any all year in what was their biggest game, or the team that couldn't close out the team that did have 5 turnovers. Gotta give it to the Vikings D for keeping it a close game. But yea, in your face Favre, couldnt just run for 5 yards and slide and go for FG had to be all about you. tough break.
yea that was long and may have strayed from topic.