He played for a division rival, took great pleasure in beating up on the neighbors from Minnesota, and spoke with the kind of drawl that could coax you into a nap even if you were standing up.
He grew up in a small town, loved hunting, wore his hair buzzed tight to his scalp, showed off the forearms of a steelworker and became a cameo star who burnished his Hall of Fame credentials while playing in downtown Minneapolis in the year in which he turned 40.
Yes, Brett Favre put on quite a show when he decided to cross the border.
So did Jim Thome.
Favre entered the Pro Football Hall of Fame in 2016. Thome will be inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame this weekend. Both were no-doubt Hall of Famers before they arrived in Minnesota, and both provided a highlight reel of a season here while helping the local team to the playoffs.
What we learned about Favre was the seemingly apocryphal stories about him were not exaggerated. He could turn any news conference into a filibuster, could send veiled messages with every sentence.
We learned his football intellect was matched only by a right arm that turned his thoughts into instant action, and that he would willingly play on an ankle swollen to the size of a honeydew melon.
He was everything he was supposed to be, and so was Thome.