Being a Detroit Lions fan by birth (yeah, I know), I've never rooted for Brett Favre, who was both a Packer (boo!) and a Viking (hiss!). And the annual melodrama that we've endured the last few years of "will he or won't he come back" was a little hard to take.
But Favre and I are nearly the same age. He is a year younger than me. And watching a 41-year-old play quarterback in the NFL fills me almost with awe (even though he has frequently been awful this year). Some may think that watching him hobble around on a broken foot is pathetic. I agree. But I also find it--I'm not sure what. I wouldn't call it inspiring. But it is interesting. I guess I can identify with him for the first time.
Watching him get pummeled by a 26-year-old defensive end, I can't help but imagine myself taking that hit (at which point I would be airlifted straight to the hospital, if not directly to the morgue).
Injuries I can relate to, since I seem to hurt myself anytime I try to do anything athletic.
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