We all know that good things come to an end. Life itself is an adversary system. Gravity is a real force. And when you lose your pucker power, it’s not a good thing to spit into the wind.

Nevertheless, I’m pulling for Brett Favre to have a few more great days in the quarterback spotlight. He’s one of my all-time favorite players. In my opinion, Favre epitomizes what a pro-athlete should be. He’s not a big mouth. He’s not arrogant. He’s not the kind of guy who would be indicted for fighting bulldogs. And my gosh he loves the game. You can see it when he comes onto the field. He’s the kind of guy who would appear to be giddy just to get to play in front of the world on Sunday afternoons and then just plain overwhelmed that he was going to get paid to do it.

I know that’s a little folksy, but I think Favre might be one of the few things that is still right about professional athletics. His biggest controversy has been the on-again, off-again retirement issue.

And so after a stellar career with the Green Bay Packers, he now becomes a New York Jet in the platinum section of his career. I still have flashbacks though that for a few days he wore an Atlanta Falcons uniform. But the Falcons had a clown for a coach (remember little Jerry Glanville who dressed like Johnny Cash and rode around on a motorcycle) who apparently didn’t see much in the Mississippi country boy. Maybe it was Brett’s last name that befuddled Glanville. It’s not pronounced like it is spelled. But being cut by the Falcons was the best thing that ever happened to Favre, given that the Falcons have been in rebuilding mode ever since their inception and more recently went down the tubes with the infamous Michael Vick.

The Falcons are picked as one of the three worst teams going into the season. The only difference between any of them and the bottom may be how well they look in uniforms.

The Falcons have never put two winning seasons back to back and though I keep watching and hoping, I’m reminded of an expression that involves “hell freezing over.” Since I’ve followed the Falcons from day one and have missed watching only a few games, I reserve the right to be so critical.

There have been a few Sundays along the way that were absolute jewels. There have been many more that were pieces of lead, chunks of coal and kidney stones.

They even went to the Super Bowl once. I’m reminded of another saying about a “blind squirrel finding an acorn.”

I don’t pretend to understand the politics behind the scenes of pro football. My world is small in that regard. I just know what I like.

And what I like is a guy like Brett Favre who can get up from a student-body sack, pull the sod out of his ear hole and grin like a Florida mule eating Georgia briars.

I’ve never really “loved” nor “hated” any football team. I like to see great plays and great players. Of course I would like to see my lowly Falcons rise from the ashes and be a dominant force before I start wearing my pants pulled up under my armpits. I haven’t watched a lot of New York Jets games. but I’ll probably watch more of them this year.

So here’s to you Brett. I think you’ve still got enough pucker power to spit into the wind.