The Greatest Gunslinger In NFL History

Just pure, raw gunslinger energy.

So by the time the 1991 NFL draft rolled around, Brett Favre was one of the most confusing prospects on the board.

On the one hand, he had a cannon for an arm.

He beat Alabama while still healing from surgery and carried Southern Miss to wins they had no business getting.

On the other hand, he was raw, wild, and reckless.

Scouts loved his arm talent but hated his mechanics.

He'd throw off his back foot, try to squeeze passes into impossible windows, and play like every down was fourth and 20 in the backyard.

Some teams were scared off.

Then came the Atlanta Falcons, who used the 33rd overall pick on him in the second round.

But here's the thing, head coach Jerry Glanville didn't even want him.

"Hey, hey, coach." "Ah, call me Jerry." And he said, "What school are you from? Mississippi?" I was like, "Southern Miss." He said, "Oh, [censored].

We drafted the wrong guy."

Glanville would later go on to say it'd take a plane crash for him to play Favre.

So as you can imagine, Favre didn't play much his rookie year.

He appeared in two games and threw just four passes, and honestly, it was a disaster.

His very first pass attempt was a pick six.

His very first completion was actually one that he caught himself off a tip.

And meanwhile, Favre wasn't helping his case off the field either.

Atlanta was a party town, and he treated it like one.

There were drinking rumors, maturity questions, and nobody in that building thought this kid was their future.

But for some reason, someone else did.

In Green Bay, a new GM named Ron Wolf had fallen in love with Favre back when he scouted him at Southern Miss.

He believed Favre could be a franchise quarterback.

So in 1992, Wolf traded a first-round pick to get him out of Atlanta.

Everyone thought he was crazy, but what they didn't know was that Brett Favre, this reckless, strong-armed backup with a drinking problem, was about to take over one of the most iconic franchises in football history.

Just pure, raw gunslinger energy.

So by the time the 1991 NFL draft rolled around, Brett Favre was one of the most confusing prospects on the board.

On the one hand, he had a cannon for an arm.

He beat Alabama while still healing from surgery and carried Southern Miss to wins they had no business getting.

On the other hand, he was raw, wild, and reckless.

Scouts loved his arm talent but hated his mechanics.

He'd throw off his back foot, try to squeeze passes into impossible windows, and play like every down was fourth and 20 in the backyard.

Some teams were scared off.

Then came the Atlanta Falcons, who used the 33rd overall pick on him in the second round.

But here's the thing, head coach Jerry Glanville didn't even want him.

"Hey, hey, coach." "Ah, call me Jerry." And he said, "What school are you from? Mississippi?" I was like, "Southern Miss." He said, "Oh, [censored].

We drafted the wrong guy."

Glanville would later go on to say it'd take a plane crash for him to play Favre.

So as you can imagine, Favre didn't play much his rookie year.

He appeared in two games and threw just four passes, and honestly, it was a disaster.

His very first pass attempt was a pick six.

His very first completion was actually one that he caught himself off a tip.

And meanwhile, Favre wasn't helping his case off the field either.

Atlanta was a party town, and he treated it like one.

There were drinking rumors, maturity questions, and nobody in that building thought this kid was their future.

But for some reason, someone else did.

In Green Bay, a new GM named Ron Wolf had fallen in love with Favre back when he scouted him at Southern Miss.

He believed Favre could be a franchise quarterback.

So in 1992, Wolf traded a first-round pick to get him out of Atlanta.

Everyone thought he was crazy, but what they didn't know was that Brett Favre, this reckless, strong-armed backup with a drinking problem, was about to take over one of the most iconic franchises in football history.