Aaron Rodgers will never break Brett Favre’s passing records or challenge his consecutive starts streak, and will certainly never erase him from the memory of the Packer faithful. But he doesn’t need to.
That buzzing you hear is the gnat-like workings of an overbearing sports media lodged in your brain. The little drones are telling you that Favre has harmed his legacy. That Brett is somehow less because he played more.
There is a brief moment after all the 7-layer dip has been mauled, the dead soldiers cleared, and the celebratory rampages have petered out into hungover walks of shame. A moment when every team, save one, is once again equal in their quest for the Lombardi, and every fan equal in their deep dread at the prospect of another long offseason filled with Mike Mayock talking out of his ass.
There would be a small coup in Philadelphia if McNabb, who still has elite arm strength and decent accuracy, were to defeat his former team as a Redskin twice in 2010.
