Favre a Viking? Please no.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: If Brett Favre ends up putting on a purple helmet that has anything resembling horns on it, I will cease to be a Vikings fan. Forever. Many have disagreed with such a brash statement — some have looked at me like I haven’t quit sniffing Elmer’s since my first-grade teacher caught me doing it so many years ago. But, really, what kind of self-respecting Vikings fan would allow themselves to cheer for Brett Favre? That would be like rooting for Darth Vader to destroy Luke, like cheering for Venom to kill Spider Man. Favre is, and forever will be, a major piece in the puzzle that makes up the Vikings-Packers rivalry, if not the biggest. The two teams were rivals long before Favre became a Packer, but how many times in the last 15 years can you remember Favre leading the Packers to a win over the Vikings, sometimes in dramatic, can't-watch fashion, thus ruining your Sunday afternoon? Favre a Viking? It just can’t happen. Just typing “Favre a Viking” on my computer gives me that cruddy feeling in my stomach — the one you get just before you puke. I’ve been a Vikings fan my entire life; when they lose it usually takes at least two days to get on with my life — I know, pathetic. I cheered for the Vikings through the Steve Dils days. I supported them when Spurgeon Wynn was under center. I can take anyone at quarterback. Anyone but Brett Favre. I would rather lose a dozen with Tavaris Jackson than win a Super Bowl with Brett Favre. I’ve just lost too many Sundays because of him.