I'm A Steelers Man

But I must admit that I feel some pain for Favre and the Vikes:
The New Orleans Saints beat the Vikings in overtime partly because -- no, mostly because -- they beat up Favre. That, and five Vikings turnovers, including one gruesome interception by Favre in the final 15 seconds of regulation.

By game's end, Favre's body color matched his helmet color: purple. He was 40 at kickoff. He was 60 at the final whistle. In between, he was knocked all the way to Kiln, Miss.

"How old are you?" said Favre to ESPN's Ed Werder as reporters formed a loose semicircle around his locker.

"Forty-nine," said Werder. "How old you feel?"

"Something around that," said Favre.

The Saints are going to their first Super Bowl thanks to a merciless defensive game plan designed to inflict pain. Favre was the inflictee.

You should have seen him sitting in front of that locker immediately after the loss. Red welts on his left arm. Blood on his upper right shoulder. A puffy left wrist. A raw gash on the same wrist. A swollen left ankle. A tender right thigh and lower back.

And red eyes.
The Steelers weren't involved, so it wasn't worth staying up past my bedtime. TPW and I retired after regulation play. The last big play that I saw was Favre throwing that interception pass with 15 seconds left in the fourth quarter. I feel bad that he got beat up so bad and lost. But I think I feel worse because -- if he retires -- that was his final memorable play.


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