Does a former drill sergeant make a terrible therapist? Let’s put it this way: Up until now, during this season the only person that didn’t know Favre’s career was over was Favre. Forget about the “streak,” forget about “Weiner-gate,” forget about his usual symphony of indecision. Look at the fact he’s selling “See Ya” souvenirs on his web site. That’s right, you Favre-o-philes, five hundred clams will get you your own probably-not-that-limited edition “good-bye” football, which if you will notice, are unsigned.
Why aren’t they signed? Because Favre will need to learn to write left-handed as his right arm is dead and about to fall right off.
I’m no doctor, and I don’t play one on TV, but that is a hell of a lot more than a simple bruise. When your arm is more purple than a Viking jersey, and when you can’t feel your fingers, you are about two steps away from being that guy with a sleeve that flaps in the breeze. Trust me, I had a similar situation a few years ago where I had a blunt force injury to my leg, after which it swelled to twice its size and turned bright purple. Know what happened? It had to be split open like a hot dog left in a microwave five seconds too long in order to keep it from needing to be chopped off.
That’s not a pretty picture at all, but it is one that could be in Favre’s future if he doesn’t walk away now. The fact that he may be back in the Viking saddle Monday night against the Bears is no no longer just an exercise in Favre going too far past the “should’ve retired” line; now it becomes a waiting game to see how much of egregious injury it takes to get him off the field.
Regardless, his days as an effective NFL quarterback are over, it is just a question of whether he walks off the field or has to be carried.