Two years ago, in the central Chinese city of Chongquing, the local government set out to build the world's largest bathroom.
The complex is, to delve into great understatement, a sight to behold. Flawless Egyptian façade. Soothing music played at all times. A whopping 1,000 bowls spread out over 32,290 square feet. Were he alive today, Sir
In other words, you want something flushed, here's the place to go.
I evoke Chongquing because, on this glorious Tuesday afternoon,
A dark moment, it is.
For the low, low price of a reported $12 million, Favre has officially -- and irrevocably -- morphed his reputation, going from greatest quarterback of all time to craziest sports egomaniac we've ever seen -- and that includes
Truly, it's a head-spinning thing. In America, we love comebacks. Absolutely, positively eat them up. Jordan mothballs his White Sox uniform to return to the Bulls -- we go bananas.
But this ... this is different. In signing with (of all teams) the Minnesota Vikings, Favre is flashing a very large, very pronounced middle finger toward Green Bay, where his most loyal fans once resided. Even with last year's sorrowful run in New York, Favre was still assured a place alongside
And for what? Yes, the Vikings are a good team. Potentially, a very good team. In
But, to cite that legendary poet,
And so it is for Favre. On the day he officially dons that purple jersey, he is no longer a Green Bay Packer; no longer a man who saved the city's gridiron fortunes and made people forget
No, from this point on Brett Favre is just another egomaniacal jock with an unhealthy need for the spotlight.
He's just another quarterback.