In the ongoing Favre penis saga, according to Sterger’s manager, Favre contacted accuser Jenn Sterger in 2009. Assuming all of these things are true, then Brett is unbelievably persistent . “Well, I tried the trainer thing, the voice mail thing, the ignoring her ignoring me thing, sent her a picture of me masturbating… nothing. I followed all the steps… I don’t get it. I’m just going to give her a little while to cool off and work on her next season.”
Do you think Brett got laid that night? I mean, do you think he was just so in love (with the girl he never talked to) that he was just pining over Sterger, and rather than call the list of girls in every town who are willing to blow Brett Favre, he hung out in his hotel room, stroking his manhood, thinking about Jenn? Well, he probably did that, too.
Sterger is contemplating whether or not to talk to the NFL. Phil Reese, her manager, has said she is “seriously considering it.” Whatever. I really don’t care.
Sure, sexual harassment and the such, which is bad and I’m not discounting it, but GIVE ME A BREAK, NFL. Women in the NFL are used like Hooters waitresses. I have no facts to back this statement up, but how many less-than-hot ‘hostesses’ are there? Cheerleaders? The girls who launch t-shirts out of cannons?
Women in male sports are used as eye candy and many of the women who gravitate around it are interested in dating athletes. Wow. Crazy, right? In fact, think about all the movies where the head cheerleader and the qb were practically married. When basketball players were lured into a pool by the cheerleaders with the promise of a Roman-style orgy, then those evil, evil women stole their bathing suits (Porky’s…1? 2? They were both wonderful). It’s just how it works in our fucked up heads. Or is it just in our heads?
The NFL is an elite club where they play hard and they play even harder. Not one man who lives it doesn’t understand its underbelly which, from time to time, exposes itself to us all. Something that even we like to pretend doesn’t exist, but is well-known to us all. All I can say is, “whatever”.
The NFL and male sports have a long way to go. From cheerleaders to ring girls, they’re pretty unnecessary. No one goes to a football game to watch cheerleaders, and the ones who do scare the living hell out of me and should be on a list.
Brett Favre has denied nothing (and there are other claims by other women of similar behavior, duh), so if we assume this is true, there are a couple of things that need to happen.
1. The woman should be compensated. When a powerful man focuses his creepy attention on you, and it clearly makes you uncomfortable, and you do your best to ignore him (because that’s pretty much what you need to do to keep your job, in your mind), then you deserve some sort of compensation. It’s the very definition of “sexual harassment”. Not that Brett could hire or fire, but the power he wields within any organization is, well, duh. For months, entire teams have waited on Brett to decide what he wants, from the owner to the waterboy.
2. Brett Favre (and those like him) needs to learn when a woman says “no”, she fucking means it and it doesn’t mean, “I need more convincing. How about a picture of your cock?” Fortunately, I think he’s getting the hint.
Funny thing, guys. Women aren’t nearly as interested in pictures of your penis as you are in pictures of their vaginas. Now, some girls might be enticed by, you know, the kind of johnson we wish we all had, but that’s not Brett’s.
The writers here recently had a discussion about this, and this is where I learned most women are only interested in what your junk is doing for them at the time and if you send a picture of yours, you might as well be texting them a picture of a ’97 Ford Taurus. The reaction will be exactly the same.
Brett Favre should be punished, because there is a victim here. More than one, actually. But the league has a much larger problem to address, and that’s the NFL (and professional sports, in general) being a breeding ground that cultivates and literally nurtures this behavior.
However, after 3 interceptions in a gut-wrenching loss to Green Bay at Lambeau on Sunday night, you get the feeling this is the end. Bad ankle, bad tendinitis, league hot on his trail, 2-4 with the Patriots on deck… and the argument can now easily be made that he is the problem. So, does a man who has already proven he can’t walk away, walk away? Or does the coach have to make him? If I had to take a wild stab at what Childress was thinking about last night when he rested his head on his pillow, I’d say he was counting Bret Favre interceptions with dances of sugar-plum Tavaris Jacksons in his head, knowing he has to have a serious and hard talk with someone about his very immediate future. I’m also guessing the last conversation Childress wants to have is where he forces Brett to end his streak, his career.
Walk away, Brett. Just walk away. Do your coach a favor.