First off I’ve been begging for a legitimate, bonafide, franchise-caliber quarterback since it was apparent that Bill Parcells Vinny Testaverde diceroll went astray, so a part of me is thrilled that Brett Favre is a New York Jet.
It’s the other part of me, the part of me that knows better, that says that this isn’t the answer to our prayers. Everyone else in the old AFC East got their franchise quarterback, and Hall of Famers all: Miami got Marino. Buffalo got Kelly. Colts got Manning. Patriots got Brady.
The Jets? We got a rock.
So now I see the Favre jerseys, I see the excitement, I see the circus, and I like it. No, not because it’s the answer to my prayers. Not because we just discovered a 23 year old franchise QB and are set for 10+ years of consistency and greatness at the QB poisition. I like it because it makes the 2008 season interesting. Instead of watching Chad’s balloons and Kellen’s confusion, I get Ringling Brothers. It’s going to be fun to go to games again. It’s going to be fun to see 50+ yard passes again. It’s going to be fun to be wide-open again.
But the expectations end there. Instead of a 7-9 Pennington bore-fest, it’s going to be a 10-6 Favre NASCAR-race. But make no mistake about it; watching the Bearded Lady is a lot of fun, but in the end, the Jets are just doing what they’ve been doing since 1970: Treading water.
We still got a rock. Just a fun one. And one that gives Woody Johnson a coverboy for his PSL brochures and a “face” to a franchise. One that sends a message that Mike Tannenbaum has balls. Lots of selfish motives, nothing that’s really beneficial for a non-win-now team. I won’t be buying a Brett Favre jersey because next year, when he’s gone and we’re faceless again, it’ll look as silly as those Ronnie Lott jerseys you see ever so often at the tailgates.
So sit back and enjoy the show. It’s a one-year funhouse. Makes me happy, makes me sad, makes me melancholy, makes me ambivalent.