The Real Fox is Back! The Silver Fox, a.k.a. Elvis, a.k.a. Brett Lorenzo Favre has left the building, but is still sitting in the parking lot, laying against the hood of his pick-up truck, agonizing over football and flatscreen tvs from Sears, while doing a Wrangler commercial all at the same time.
Perhaps Favre’s rusty old ankle seems to be the sneaky thing holding the Good Ol’ Country boy back, but as Coach Yoast said in the movie Remember the Titans, “FORGET ABOUT HIM!! (Tarvaris), you’re in!” Favre (thusfar) pulled a different practical joke than I predicted, or Father Time pulled the bigger practical joke on Favre’s ankle. But the Purple fan base can do an about-face and find me standing with my arms folded in “nnhhnn” style (the low volume, “I told you so” kind of nnhhnn), yet always willing to welcome you back to The Tarvaris Fox Jackson Fan Club. With a year under his belt watching Favre, it’s as if Jackson got to visit and train with Yoda. The real Fox is now ready to assume his rightful place amongst the Jedi; of course the last time somebody claimed “Jedi” status, it was Daunte Culpepper, and, uh, yeah, … Culpepper sure was good before he said that though.