I made a little joke about conflating Jesse Ventura and Brett Favre earlier today, but to be honest what's been going on recent days isn't particularly funny.
No one likes the party to end. Only the most painfully shy completely eschew the spotlight. It's a lot of fun to have people fawning over you, to have your name in the paper, to be the focus of attention. It has to be.
But it's getting ridiculous. Jesse Ventura doesn't have any chance of winning a seat in the Senate this year. He hasn't even lived in Minnesota since he left the governor's mansion in a huff back in 2002. As much of a carpetbagger as Al Franken is, give him this -- at least he's been in the state, meeting people, making himself part of the fabric of things around here after over 30 years away. These days Ventura has as much to do with Minnesota politics as his buddy Kinky Friedman does. The pretext for Jesse's potential run is that he's mad as hell and isn't going to take it anymore. What he's mad as hell about is harder to discern. Perhaps he doesn't think there are enough people wearing mullets inside the Beltway. I'd make a joke here about Ventura's personal hygiene but given Larry Craig's continuing presence in the World's Greatest Deliberative Body, Ventura would fit right in.
As for Favre, it's difficult to know whether all the talk is something Favre is orchestrating or if it's just a ratings push for ESPN. I still think, in the end, Favre will stay retired. But he's being altogether too coy about it and it's pretty irritating. The Packers need to find out if Aaron Rodgers is the guy or not. They need to get on with their future. And ol' number 4 is the past. A glorious past that we all cherish? Yes. Of course. But it's over now.