One for the Gipper

When it was over, Holmgren met Favre at midfield and the two embraced long enough to hum a verse or two of “Let it Snow.” After 10 mostly successful seasons in Seattle, the coach smiled, doffed his cap and graciously rounded the Qwest interior, thanking what for a decade have been patient, loyal but — this season — eminently disappointed Seattle fans.

Later the soon-to-be former coach seemed pleased and at peace, mouthing all the right-sounding sayings for the press. “My only regret is that we couldn’t win a few more games this season,” he said, noting next week’s finale, when the Hawks could make it a 5-11 2008 campaign with a road win against division-champ Arizona.

He also praised his makeshift offensive line, which, not that anybody will remember, included Kyle Williams, Ray Willis, Mansfield Wrotto, Steve Vallos, and Floyd Womack. The latter is the marquee moniker among this contingent because of his nickname, “Porkchop.” As for the rest, there’s no compelling need to memorize them because you may never hear them again.