The Day The Music Died

We were all wondering what would summon legendary quarterback Brett Farve down from his podium that stretches far to the outer limits of the solar system. Like many immortals of the past, we can't fathom which particular kryptonite will be effective enough to bring a hero to the knees of mortality. To the horizon line where the sight of  humans meet the eye's of gods.

I always listened to songs like "Mrs. Robinson" and wondered why the artist felt that there was a culmination to what they defined as greatness. "Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio? our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you", Sings Paul Simon. What did he mean? There were many great ball players then and to come, so why lose your mind? But I would later realize that he was speaking more of a pristine benchmark that was no longer there rather then a particular loss. A tarnished ideal that never exceeds it's potential.

Here we go again, a tune played Ad nauseam. Oh God!? is that Don McLean driving his Chevy to the levy but the levy is dry? Why whine and wax for Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper? There's plenty of great Rock n' Roll to listen to Don. It's not over, but it is. To McLean, that era was the standard. Something so uniquely personal and special that even if Jesus Christ himself, came down off the cross and played guitar with his teeth, it would never match what he experienced before the day the music died. 

"February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver." Well it's not February and nobody reads the paper anymore. But I did get a shiver with every browser filled with Brett Farve's alleged attempted affair with Jet's reporter Jenn Sterger. Apparently, when Brett was a Jet, he tried to solicit Sterger via myspace, telephone and even used a NY Jet executive as a note passing middle man. Voicemail messages have been released and worst of all, pictures of Brett's offensive unit. No, not the guys he plays football with but the unit he wanted Sterger to... it's er, a...Ok enough with the euphemisms, you see Farve's dick. Allegedly.

Warning: This is very damaging to the mind and soul, but if you must... www.deadspin.com

What was Farve thinking? Yes, Jenn Sterger, a former Maxim model is smoking hot. I get it. But come on! Why be so sloppy about your approach Brett? Voice mails? Dick pics? Did he really think that none of this would ever surface? We aren't far removed from the Tiger Woods scandal and here we are again, another athlete with the mind of a high school boy; without thought or consequence. It's like he wanted to get caught.

Maybe I'm making too much of this but I always thought that old number 4 would leave the field a champion, with all the class and accolades of an American hero. Another one bites the dust. Maybe I'm an idealist. Always thought a defensive end or old age would end this career, not a hot chick. I realize that everyone has their faults but is everyone stupid too? He has it all: NFL quarterback, Super Bowl titles, a pretty wife, children, grand children, money, trials and tribulations overcome. His story is like the Odyssey with a helmet. I guess I'll never understand it and I'm not sure that the greatest PR firm in the country can handle this one. How oh how can this be spun? "Brett sends dick pics to a much younger woman while married to a cancer survivor". It can't be spun, as the inarticulate will say, "It is what it is." Instead of ending this story book career with an exclamation point, it will commence with every idiot's delight and favorite crutch; lol.

Every generation has it's hero and villains. It's winners and losers. As we evolve on our course into the future, the lines become a little more blurry with every second's tick. Our perceptions of black and white have been spun into a putrid grey. Goliath becomes more like David and David sends inappropriate pics via text message. The game goes on without it's goal and the movie no longer relies on a happy ending. The radio plays on even though the music has died.