And just because conferring enormous significance on what are likely meaningless gestures is what we specialize here at the Blob ...
Is Brett Favre finally done? Is that what he meant by that wave to the fans after getting road-graded on Minnesota's first possession Sunday and departing with a strained shoulder on his throwing arm?
My guess is no.
My guess is they'll duct-tape Trauma Ward Brett back together and wheel him out there again next week, because he's by-God Brett Favre and he's working on his 298th straight game and even if he'd been reduced to nothing but a grizzled beard and a pair of eyeballs, the Vikings would still be putting their chips on him.
This is because the interim coach, Leslie Frazier, has even less say over what Favre does or doesn't do than his predecessor did. And it's because, no matter how good Tarvaris Jackson looked (and he looked pretty good), he's Tarvaris Jackson. No one is going to jeopardize Favre's streak for him.
In the meantime ... Favre is starting to remind me of the snake-oil salesman in "Little Big Man" who keeps losing body parts to his irate swindled customers.
"Looks like they're whittlin' on ya pretty serious!" Dustin Hoffman says upon bumping into him some years after they parted company.
Uh ... yeah.