Barely a forethought on Favre

While being really indecisive Saturday about a major-appliance purchase at a big-name store, it occurred to me that I hadn’t thought about Brett Favre in a very long time.
Not only had I neglected to send a card after he became a grandfather, he had lost his priority seating in the part of my brain that filters the important work stuff.
Apparently, Favre had slid all the way back between Justine Henin’s elbow injury and Juan Montoya’s sway bar.
Since I was out of town and had issued a self-imposed news blackout for 12 hours, I wasn’t even aware that Favre was back working out with the high school kids.