Musings on Brett Favre

So, Brett Favre has retired, this time, we're told, for good.
There will be another round of media genuflecting, just not nearly as much as when Favre "retired" last year. Much of the focus this time around will be on his one ultimately frustrating season with the New York Jets, rather than on his 16 largely successful seasons in Green Bay. Which is fine.
As a expatriate Cheesehead, I've found fascinating how Favre is perceived outside Packer Nation. Most non-Wisconsinites rave about Favre and glowingly throw around words like "gunslinger," "toughness" and, of course, "he loves to play the game."
But ask a real Cheesehead about Favre, and you'll get a reaction similar to one you'd get if you'd ask a guy who had a lenghty and passionate relationship with a beautiful woman.
Sure, it was great, sure, it was exciting, and the time together was certainly unforgettable.
But wasn't completely blissful. There were a lot of tough times, too. A lot of mistakes, a lot of questionable decisions. So, while you watch the innumerable Favre retrospectives, remember that there are a lot of Cheeseheads reliving a little heartbreak.
We'll be OK. We just need a little time.
At least now we'll finally get some closure.