Second to None

If you’ve watched anything on ESPN over the past few weeks you know that Brett Favre is back in the NFL. Only he’s not with Green Bay anymore. They traded him to the New York Jets last night. That just seems wrong. I’m not sure if it’s more wrong that the team didn’t want the face of their franchise back or that the face of the franchise actually wants to play somewhere else. Neither thought sits well with me. I’m sure there are a lot of circumstances going on under the surface that I don’t know about, so maybe some, or all, of this is justified. I just don’t like it.

Building off that, maybe I’m too set in my ways, but I don’t like the aspect of free agency, or trades, or jostling for position, or playing one person against another, etc. As a rule, I don’t really like change at all, for that matter. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” If it is broke, fix it because I don’t want a new one. I’m a one-team-kind-of-guy. I’m a one-woman-kind-of-guy. If I can’t have what I want, and I think it’s the best thing going, then I refuse to replace it with something less.

Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t want to settle for second best; in life, in love, in whatever. The argument could be made that I don’t know what the best is if I don’t try out other things. While that may be true, and I don’t know everything else that’s out there, I do know that if, in the moment, I’m happy and content with what I have then I don’t have any reason to go search out anything else.

That’s the trouble with the aforementioned life and love, though. Just because you think it’s the best thing there ever was, the other party may not and you get replaced, traded, dumped, cut, etc. Then, whether you wanted to or not, you have to begin the search you never wanted to have again. Maybe that’s what Brett is feeling now…relegated to taking second best. I’m sure he’ll smile for the cameras and act like all is well but, on the inside, he won’t be the same. There will always be the question, “what if…”

But it’s no fun, and plain painful, to be just someone's back-up plan, so maybe the search will lead to something better. Still, maybe it’s just the small selfish part of me that’s peeking out, but I don’t want to live a life of “what if…” like that. I guess it’s inevitable sometimes, though.