He isn’t supposed to be completing passes nearly falling down.  He isn’t supposed to jumping into the arms of his lineman or throwing snowballs at his receivers after a touchdown catch or playing football like a kid, but he is.

Sure Favre has been given a pass (pun intended) many times, yeah he will throw into double coverage, try to squeeze a ball into a space where it shouldn’t but he gets those passes because he plays the game with unabashed enthusiasm. He has had many heartbreaks and mortal moments. The death of his father, his wife’s cancer, the struggles with Vicodin and alcohol, but he always comes back and he always faces the music. And that is why when his immortal moments come they seem more special. Remember the Monday Night game? The Monday after Favre’s father died, one of the greatest games you will see ever see. But if you look at the game again, Favre made some good throws but he also made some not so good throws, ones that his receiver went up and got almost inexplicably. His guys were playing FOR him that night. They played outside of themselves because they wanted to make that night special, give a little something back, give something that he had given them so many times before, a game played with heart.

If you look at the new breed of quarterbacks like Brady and Manning they are good, even great. They are refined, clean, crisp, almost sterile.  Favre is a gunslinger, probably the last gunslinger, a guy who plays with his heart just as much as he does with his body and mind. A guys who looks like a big kid playing a grown up game. The only guy that will smack Warren Sapp on the ass in the middle of the game and live to tell about it. A quarterback who most guys in the league would take any day of the week and especially twice on Sunday.

So you have to wonder how much longer will we get to see the special moments play out before our eyes?  Like some sort of magic show, something we can’t believe, even though we are watching it unfold minute by minute?  Sure I would love to see him play forever, but wouldn’t it be great if the last image of Favre we have is him slowly fading into the tunnel, his wife by his side, his teammates following close behind after another Super celebration at Lambeau?