Another night of restlessness, folks. McCarthy has postponed the new conference set for Monday night. My guess is his meeting turned bitter and personal. The COACH must be steaming at the self indulgence of football’s biggest flipflopper. It his job to rip into Favre and ask him “what in the hell were you thinking? This is a team sport and you PUBLICLY flirted with our enemy. You humilated our GM. You humiliated yourself and scuffed your legacy. You disrespected your friends and teammates.”
McCarthy looks weak. He knows it. Somehow, he must project strength at this press conference in the days ahead. Lets face it: he was bullied. Now he must convince the team he controls the bully. Aint gonna happen. If I were him – or ARI – I would leak to the press the details of how he ripped into Brett, threatened to bench him for the season and only relented when Favre expressed remorse and vowed to repair the damage. (hopefully, this is what is transpiring as I write). Even then, we all know Favre is bigger than McCarthy, bigger than the team. I can live with that.
We need this Days of Our Lives sage to end. I still maintain the end will begin with Favre named starter – my guess by week two of pre-season. Then its all about the game. We can return to debating the Williams trade and our aged secondary. We can lament the lack of offseason additions and wonder if Thompson is a genius with an eye for your talent or a moron who can’t land the big fish. I long for those days.