Welp, Looks Like SI Found a Replacement for Rick Reilly
A love letter to Brett Favre. Because what else would it be?
Tags: peter king
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December 5th, 2007 at 11:15 pm
“I might tell a story about his dead-on imitation of Billy Bob Thornton’s character in Sling Blade . . . “
I always assumed Billy Bob modeled his character after Favre.
December 5th, 2007 at 11:38 pm
I love the photo caption:
“Over the years King (left) has gotten to know the other side of Brett Favre.”
Too easy.
December 5th, 2007 at 11:46 pm
Reading that article seriously made me feel like a total homo.
December 5th, 2007 at 11:52 pm
She only asked for one thing - to have her picture taken with Brett and me.
Because like all little girls, she dreamed of growing up one day to marry the star quarterback, or the fat, middle-aged sportswriter.
December 6th, 2007 at 12:06 am
“It’s for your cock” he whispered sweetly
December 6th, 2007 at 12:46 am
Oh My God. I think PK thinks he and Favre actually dated for a while there.
December 6th, 2007 at 12:46 am
And at that moment I realized, that little girl, was me.
PK is such a tool.
December 6th, 2007 at 12:48 am
They got a kick out of Brett’s ordering the sliced ostrich, along with tenderloin of Texas antelope.
Reading that in King’s soy-mocchiato voice is hysterical to me for some reason.
December 6th, 2007 at 12:51 am
Well, that was terrifying.
December 6th, 2007 at 1:11 am
I kept reading that waiting for the “and the time he totally wrecked me by that lake on Naboo” line.
December 6th, 2007 at 1:11 am
Is anyone else terrified that he remembers PRECISELY what Favre ordered for dinner ten years ago?
December 6th, 2007 at 1:15 am
What King doesn’t tell you is that Brittany Favre, now 19, runs in the same circles as the Reid children.
December 6th, 2007 at 2:13 am
@ CC
Exactly. Anyone who didn’t jerk nightly to #4 would just say “He ate antelope”. And only because it fits with the story. The “sliced” and “Texas” adjectives are just flat out fucking creepy.
December 6th, 2007 at 2:55 am
Granted, PK’s a huge tool… but having a man-crush on the best QB in the history of the league, who also happens to be a great human being, does not a ghey make.
Either that, or I’m as gay as a bag of dicks.
December 6th, 2007 at 9:18 am
@ pain-ther fan:
Still laughing at that one.
December 6th, 2007 at 10:50 am
Wilbon says: I’m not surprised that PK can readily provide a 9-year-old girl upon request.
crazy little thing- I’m sure the caption editor knew exactly what he was doing when he wrote that
December 6th, 2007 at 11:22 am
PK: Get over here and get out of those Levi’s
BF: There Wranglers!
PK: Oh whatever you crazy, handsome, fool
BF: There Wranglers dammit!
PK: Ok, don’t angry Farvy
BF: I am an everyday American, I like to play football in the backyard and wear my Wranglers. I thought you would know that after spending so much time staring at my ass dammit!
December 6th, 2007 at 11:35 am
As we speak, John Madden is crafting Favre a big red heart from construction paper.
December 6th, 2007 at 11:47 am
31-24, Brett Favre. Never forget.
December 6th, 2007 at 12:27 pm
Good point, Herc. Brooke should have given him a lucky Vicodin instead.
December 6th, 2007 at 12:49 pm
My WV was wsdidhg…my first thought was:
Wimpy Sportswriter DID Hot Guy
Then I forgot what I was going to say in the first place
December 6th, 2007 at 1:26 pm
Anyone else get the feeling PK may have just straight-up fabricated this shit?
“”Tell Brooke sorry,” he said with a wry smile. “I guess it wasn’t very lucky for me today.”" ???
One thing I think he thinks: I think Peter King thinks he’s writing the last great American novel or something. The above comes from a scene where, having killed countless enemies using only his tough-but-gentle hands, Favre lies on the ground, mortally wounded. Romo, Brady and Brees, the 3 remaining FIVE QUARTERBACKS (Manning already died in a scene exactly identical to this one) are already lost from view, fighting more enemies on a neutral field in Wichita, Kansas (the only non-NFL city Peter can name). Despite Peter’s frantic mouth-to-penis resuscitation, Favre is fading fast. “Tell Brooke…sorry”, Brett says, his voice raspy and his load sticky. Peter drinks 8 or 13 $6 coffees to get it all out of his mouth, and then becomes the first person ever to fly on a plane next to a crying baby! (Aggravating!)
December 6th, 2007 at 1:40 pm
I think the creepiest part is that he clearly kept the penny in his sock drawer (or worse!) for the past ten years.
December 6th, 2007 at 2:03 pm
PK: “Hey Brett, nice game.”
BF: “Thanks Pete; nice gunt.”
December 7th, 2007 at 1:06 am
Jebus, I could discern the man love from the first paragraph. The whole column might as well have been this:
PK: Me love you long time… ZIP, SLURP…
I don’t think Favre’s parents love him that much.
December 10th, 2007 at 12:36 pm
…and Stephen A thinks KSK is unqualified to publish…
holy shit, Pete - take a look at what you just wrote, and ask yourself this question: “I wonder if Brett noticed that my press pass was hanging over Mr. MiniFarve… I hope he knows it was for him.”
for your sake, Peter, I hope he did.