If the Vikings want to sell tickets, they should sign Brett Favre. If they want ESPN to build a base camp in Eden Prairie, they should sign Brett Favre. If they want to coax John Madden (or is it Frank Caliendo, I can't tell them apart anymore) out of retirement, and have him park his Winnebago at Winter Park, they should sign Brett Favre. If they want the Metrodome to become the petri dish in which the most interesting experiment in the NFL is conducted, they should sign Brett Favre.
There are lots of good reasons for coaxing a future Hall of Fame quarterback out of retirement. As long the Vikings don't think one of them is an aging Favre's ability to propel his team to the Super Bowl, then, what the heck? Sign Favre, watch the fireworks, and understand that this January, Favre might wind up looking all too much like a cross between Brad Johnson and Tarvaris Jackson.
Favre is the supermodel who maxes out your credit cards. He is the sports car that wipes out your bank account. He is enticing, and he is captivating, and he is trouble.
He drove the Packers bonkers. He left a locker room filled with angry ex-teammates when he left the Jets, who seemed quite happy to essentially trade him for an unproven Mark Sanchez.
He played brilliantly for the Jets for half a season last year, before almost single-handedly destroying their playoff chances with his vintage irresponsible throws.
Favre would give the Vikings a much better chance of selling out a home playoff game this year, and not much more of a chance of winning that game.
Look at Favre's postseason history. He won one Super Bowl, with a superior Packers team -- the same number as Trent Dilfer and Brad Johnson.
One reason the Packers were so eager to hustle him out the door is that they didn't think, at his advanced athletic age, they could build a Super Bowl winner around him.