An ESPN article about Brett Favre maybe coming back for the Pack if Aaron Rogers went down brought to mind the following possible scenario:
It is week 10 of the NFL season, up 28-3 and driving for the killer touchdown in the third quarter @ Atlanta, Drew Brees drops back to pass. He sees Marques Colston get free down the field. Suddenly, from behind, a Falcon back-up DT hits Drew Brees while he throws, slamming him down on his throwing shoulder.
Drew Brees lies on the field for up to ten minutes, trainers twisting and shuffling his arm in his pads. Drew's face convulses with agony as his arm is moved laterally. He is hurt bad, and though the Saints currently stand at 7-1, well on their way to being 8-1, the season hangs in the balance.
100 miles from the Saints training facility in Kenner, LA, Brett Favre sits on his couch, enjoying watching his Packers dominate the Vikings for the second time this season. He enjoys a smile with his wife that though he retired, he left a good team and a good legacy behind.
But something interrupts his quiet happiness. His phone rings in the distance, quite unusual for game time. None of his old friends could be calling him NOW, could they?
"Hello?" asks Favre, voice full of confusion.
"Mr. Favre, this is Mickey Loomis. I have a proposition for you."
It is week 10 of the NFL season, up 28-3 and driving for the killer touchdown in the third quarter @ Atlanta, Drew Brees drops back to pass. He sees Marques Colston get free down the field. Suddenly, from behind, a Falcon back-up DT hits Drew Brees while he throws, slamming him down on his throwing shoulder.
Drew Brees lies on the field for up to ten minutes, trainers twisting and shuffling his arm in his pads. Drew's face convulses with agony as his arm is moved laterally. He is hurt bad, and though the Saints currently stand at 7-1, well on their way to being 8-1, the season hangs in the balance.
100 miles from the Saints training facility in Kenner, LA, Brett Favre sits on his couch, enjoying watching his Packers dominate the Vikings for the second time this season. He enjoys a smile with his wife that though he retired, he left a good team and a good legacy behind.
But something interrupts his quiet happiness. His phone rings in the distance, quite unusual for game time. None of his old friends could be calling him NOW, could they?
"Hello?" asks Favre, voice full of confusion.
"Mr. Favre, this is Mickey Loomis. I have a proposition for you."