For the last 18 years, he’s taken vicious hit after vicious hit, and he’s still going strong.  For the last 18 years, I’ve been raising kids (taking my share of vicious hits), and I can barely get up in the mornings.

Brett has thrown thousands upon thousands of passes over the years, and his arm is still as strong as it was when he was young.  I played one rough game of pool basketball this past summer, and I still can’t move my right elbow without sharp pain shooting through my arm.

Brett still wears the same size Levi’s he did when he was 20.  If I tried to put on the jeans I wore when I was 20, they wouldn’t get past my knees before ripping in two.

Brett has been featured on the cover of numerous magazines over the years.  The closest I’ve ever come to being on a “magazine” cover is having my picture on page 2 of my church’s directory.

Brett has won countless awards for his play on the field.  I barely lettered in high school, obtaining my varsity letter my senior year…for being the school mascot.

Last week, Brett sprinted 50 yards after completing a pass so that he could block for the receiver he passed the ball to.  Last week, I didn’t sprint at all, nor did I even think about doing so.

Brett watches hours of film each week before taking the field.  I watch a two-hour film every once-in-a-while and can hardly drag myself to bed when it’s over.

Brett is set to make 13 million dollars this year in salary alone.  If I can finish the year with 13 dollars in my savings account, I’ll consider it a good year.

39 years.  It’s the only thing Brett Favre and I have in common.  I’d write more, but after watching him play tonight, I’m exhausted.  Good night.