Sexty Beast

Shaking his head in befuddlement, the Washington Post's Stephen Rodrick explores the NFL enigma known as Brett Favre who even his own agent calls a "drama queen." Excerpts:

[The] Text de Favre allegations seem as preordained as they are baffling. Favre is a coarse guy who has copped to every indiscretion imaginable short of bad tipping at Applebee's, and he is simply joining a long tradition of sports stars sinking into the moral primordial ooze. Only this time, the media-industrial complex is joining him.

Bizarrely, the only person whose actions in this whole fiasco ring remotely true is the creep in the No. 4 jersey. While the specifics couldn't be predicted, Favre's alleged revolting behavior and subsequent tear-filled apology to his teammates for being a "distraction" were as predictable as the quarterback throwing into double coverage late in a game. He's been warning us for years. Favre's public fall doesn't resemble the descents of Tiger Woods or Lance Armstrong, holier-than-thou icons whose comeuppances had more to do with their self-righteousness and hypocrisy than their sins. Favre was never that guy. He's always been a redneck, an egomaniac, an addict and an eternal child. Those shocked by the allegations haven't been paying attention. To paraphrase the philosopher coach Dennis Green, Favre is who we thought he was.

Ouch. A good read. Check it out.