Here are my weekly thoughts on the game of football, with my standard disclaimer that I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t profess to know a whole lot about the sport. Apologies for its lateness Ã¢â‚¬â€œ baseball, some Halloween activities and hanging out with Larry Johnson (post forthcoming) got in the way a bit.
ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s amazing to see the fall of Brett Favre, considering the heights he came from.
DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get me wrong, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m certainly not an enormous fan of FavreÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s apparent heavy-handed attempt at simultaneous sexual harassment and adultery.
But the visceral jubilation IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve seen for the destruction of FavreÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legacy is baffling to me. It seems to stem from a deep-rooted dislike of Favre that has grown over the years, and one that seems somewhat outsized.
I mean, if you took out of context the euphoria on Twitter after Favre threw an interception on Monday night against the Jets, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d have thought we caught Osama Bin Laden.