NEW ORLEANS - This August, the Vikings sent three ambassadors to Hattiesburg to coax Brett Favre out of faux-retirement. Next summer, they should send the whole team.
Not to beg. To practice.
Thursday night, in their season-opening, 14-9 loss in New Orleans, the Vikings' skill-position players performed as if they needed nametags on the front of their jerseys, as if they should have taken time in the first huddle of the season to reacquaint themselves.
As in, "My name's Brett, I'm from Hattiesburg, and I'm real sorry I held out for more money."
On this visit to New Orleans, the Vikings needed a 12th man in the huddle just to make introductions.
Favre lived a charmed existence in 2009. He didn't pay for his belated arrival because the Vikings started the season against Cleveland and Detroit, enabling him to make more warmup tosses than Mariano Rivera.
By the time the Vikings began facing real teams, Favre had developed a bond with Sidney Rice and a football version of telepathy with Percy Harvin.
Thursday, Favre played as if he had just driven over from his hometown of Kiln, Miss. On his tractor. With a cattail between his teeth.