Favrefiction No. 1

Brett Favre waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were defenders in the backfield. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cotch Serman were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Brett was a quarterback for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the playoffs and he said to dad "I want to be on the NFL teams daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEFENDERS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the stadium base of the Pack he knew there were defenders.
"This is Serman" the radio crackered. "You must fight the defenders!"
So Brett gotted his football and blew up the pocket.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the defenders
"I will tackle at him" said the defensive tackle and he fired the swim move. John juked at him and tried to blew him up. But then the o-linemen fell and they were trapped and not able to tackle.
"No! I must kill the defenders" he shouted
The radio said "No, Brett. You are the defenders"
And then Brett was a Viking.

/*Adapted without permission from a story by Peter Chimaera