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With Brett Favre concluding yet another season with an ill-advised across-the-body gunslinger-esque (read: rookie mistake) pass attempt and amassing almost 500 career touchdowns and 70,000 passing yards, heavy debate has recently raged across the open airwaves in regards to the “Best Quarterback Ever.” Although it’s moderately irresponsible and mostly unfair to compare specific players and teams across separate eras, attempting to determine The Greatest Ever in any particular sport is, at the very least, always interesting.
Mr. Edmond's thoughts on his fanaticism compelled me to resurrect and revise this piece: October 1974. How had this happened? Who were these people, anyway? What were they really like? By the time I was old enough to learn the rules of football, I had already begun to form complicated ideas about my parents. I watched Mom drink a Manhattan, smoke her filterless Camel and complete the Times puzzle without so much as peek in the dictionary. I had already garnered a sense of her as a brilliant woman who was more than a little bored with her life. Dad would go to the Jets game, but it was actually she who explained the rules of football to me as we watched a game together on TV. She was more dynamic than my father but left to the stifling confines of her home and her children, she remained a little stuck.
I have fairly earned the reputation of being man basher. It is a habit that I acquired from my mother. Because I do not want to pass this trait on to my own daughters, I have recently made a conscious effort to stop. I have found it to be nearly impossible to eradicate this behavior from my life. Every day, I am confronted with new reasons to bemoan men and their weaknesses. The recent news of Tiger Wood’s multiple indiscretions is not really shocking. I get it – he had the opportunity to cheat so he did. What I am most bothered by this week is the insight that has been shared by many men as to why he cheated.