Any way you farm it, Favre wins
Brett Favre will be a Viking. That's a matter of opinion at this juncture, mind you, but I'll be willing to wager my two Twins' World Series commemorative Wheaties boxes (rotted cereal included), that we'll see #4 donning Purple sometime next month.
If a life of attempting to be a sound observer of jock humanity has taught me anything, it's that if the proverbial compass keeps pointing in a certain direction, that's the direction the ball will eventually bounce. Consider the mind-numbing timeline:
After Yahoo! reports in early May that Favre and the Vikings can't come to an agreement, it's less than a week before Favre is spotted tossing balls to high school kids and Viking brass soon re-confirms interest in the retired quarterback. In ensuing days, reports arise that Favre
Am I missing anything? Probably. But what's saddest about this whole deal - aside from plight of ESPN's journalistic integrity - is that the situation has gotten so damn big and confusing and over-reported, that the Minnesota Vikings will have to ascend - at the bare minimum -- to the NFC Championship this year to avoid colossal scrutiny of the entire sporting universe.
Viking training camp begins on July 29th. When Favre signs with the team next month (still
wagering the Wheaties here), consider that if he doesn't take them to the NFC title game, the ensuing slights will involve: "He signed too late for teammates to wholly adjust"; or, "The club signed a 39-year-old guy coming off arm surgery"; or, "Sage Rosenfels never even had a chance to fail."; or, "Why are we throwing 30 times a game while A.P. blocks?"
Furthermore, the respective contentions that Favre can just slide back into the West Coast Offense, or that his familiarity with Darrell Bevel will grease his comeback, lose merit everyday that's he's away from the gridiron.
Now, if I'm wrong about the signing and Favre doesn't come here and I lose the Wheaties and the Purple don't advance that far, it's gonna be: "Why the hell didn't they get Favre - he could've taken them further."
But for disorganized-narcissist Brett, it won't matter, in any direction. If (when) he plays and we go to the Super Bowl (which could happen), his legend is enhanced beyond leviathan proportions. If we don't advance that far, what the hell does he care? He had an itch, he scratched it, he's got his ring, his money, his jean commercials, his MVP's, he'll be in Canton, and he'll sit on his tractor. And if he shockingly doesn't sign, well, then he'll just sit on his tractor, perhaps harboring a wee bit of silent wanderlust about which franchise he can screw with next.
The Vikings never should had started with this guy unless they were concrete and convinced in signing him by the onset of June. The next "breaking story" will involve an exhausted Ed Werder reporting that Favre purchased a pack of purple-wrapped chewing gum and the whole ESPN network will go shit crazy. This thing has gotten too big for the Vikings and the classy Wilfs. It's gone O.J. now. The only thing the franchise can do to save face at this juncture is to win, and win big.