When it was announced that Brett Favre was going to start last night, I actually wasn't upset at all. The ole gunslinger just smilin' his way through a game in the bitter cold, on a rock hard field? Sounds good. After all, there was at least an 80% chance he'd get injured in those conditions.
And sure enough! ... Well, wait. That Favre hit was actually a little terrifying; let's hope he quits after this year, because he's starting to resemble a punched out boxer. If he ends up with Parkinson's one day, Mike Tirico and Ed Werder are totally complicit.
But Favre-y Favre Favre discussion aside, I had higher hopes for Joe Webb taking over.
Wouldn't it have been cool if Joe Webb had been the Willie Beamen to Brett Favre's Cap Rooney? Maybe it's far-fetched, but why can't Favre be on the losing end of a duo like that? He's already Cap Rooney, a punched-out veteran that refuses to let go. Now we just need someone to step up and make him look like the old, punch drunk attention whore that he's become. ... Now we just need Willie!
From Webb last night: 15-26 for 129 yards and two interceptions?
That's not a front-flip-for-a-touchdown and then shooting a music video on South Beach.
I like the Joe Webb from my imagination--and the combine videos--much better than the Joe Webb from real life. I'm pretty sure that Joe Webb was basically Seneca Wallace.