What about Bob?

I admit to being one of the few skeptics about the Favre trade in the New York media, what with all the hyperventilating over the deal by many of my esteemed colleagues.

But in this case, it's another Glauber who predicts that it will end badly for the Great Green-and-White Hope. Bill Glauber, he of the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel who grew up in the same house I did in White Plains, NY, has weighed in on the Favre saga from the Midwest. (Bill thinks it will end somewhat more pathetically than I do, but he generally finds the dark side of things rather quickly.)

Bill has a particularly strident line about fans that is probably easier to get away with in Milwaukee than New York: "It’s not even trying to figure out how he’ll deal with the New York media and sports-talk radio, otherwise known as all-blowhard all-the-time. (Note to Favre: "Joe from Jersey" hates his life but hates interceptions even more.)"

Bill brings an otherwise unique perspective to his readership; after all, like the rest of the five Glauber boys, he grew up a Jets fan when Joe Willie Namath was the squad's swashbuckling quarterback.

(We watched Super Bowl III on a grainy black-and-white television at a hotel in the Catskill Mountains called "The Gibber." It no longer exists. We will always remember an elderly couple that sat near us for the Saturday night entertainment. They were Mickey and Sofie, and they seemed quite happy, especially after downing a few cocktails. Boland, who would grow up to be a Browns fan, was not born yet. Nor was Rock, who would grow up to be a Redskins fan (Redskins?!?!) and then a schoolboy offensive lineman at Levittown's Division High before moving on to cover the Jets and now the Giants. I'm pretty sure Best was in his 20's when Joe Willie captured the hearts of New Yorkers.)