He recently had the windows of his truck tinted a dark shade to secure perhaps a little anonymity on the roads in this football-mad city of 100,000. Any Packers player is recognizable here. Favre? Anywhere, anytime.
“When I stop at a light, I don’t stop beside a car in the next lane,” he says. “If there’s two cars, I’ll pull up between them. I notice where I’m going to park. I envision what’s going to happen if I park there or here. People say, ‘It’s terrible you have to live like that.’ But it’s not. I love playing football. Some people live for being known, for sitting and being seen, but I always joke that I’m going to be like Don Meredith and suddenly be gone.”