Brett Favre is Always Dangerous.

Brett Favre is the 21st century Beowulf, the title character of the greatest work of Old English literature. Written at the beginning of the second millennium, Beowulf chronicled the lives and struggles of men who manifested the Germanic code of loyalty to chief and tribe and vengeance to enemies, like the slaying of dragons. Brett is loyal to coach and team, and has dropped a few fire-breathing metaphorical lizards in his days. So, he is dangerous. Always. And, here’s why:

Any quarterback who is well into his second decade in the NFL and still a) plays in the cold, b) eschews the hook slide, or at least doesn’t like it, and c) makes every play look like he just drew it up in the dirt, is a force with which to be reckoned.

Any quarterback who wins a Super Bowl has the skills and chutzpah to do it again.

Any quarterback who loses a Super Bowl will always have the burning drive within him to give it another go, up to and including the day he steps up to the lectern in Canton.

Any quarterback who is aging yet doesn’t play old is a complete badass.

Beowulf’s final declaration to those who were in awe of him, their king of fifty years, was written in Old English, but went something like this:

“I ventured many battles in my youth; now, old, I will seek another, try again for glorious deeds, if that avenger will come out.”

The Pittsburgh D will come out. Steelers by a TD in a close one.

I’ll blog about Charlie Batch on Saturday.