Why do you keep talking about his numbers? His numbers are not Hall of Fame caliber. He rarely finishes Top 5 in anything (aside from INT's) on a year to year basis. I'm supposed to care about compiled stats after he plays for 15 years? He has never put up elite numbers. Even this year, his best season by far, he didn't finish Top 3 in anything! Just stop.
So if it's not "just about rings" (why do you keep putting a 'Z' on the end? weirdo), what else does he have?? His numbers are not special, he has no MVP's, nothing.
You admit yourself, "RINGZ" are the 'number one bullet point'. I disagree with that on the surface, there is always context to consider, and you sir, have none. I prefer to think a bit deeper.
They will be on a career level. Plenty of players are Hall of Famers due to compiled stats...Warren Moon, anyone?
He'll be known as one of the most clutch QBs of All-Time...he's led the league in comebacks and game winning drives twice.
MVPs are for the truly elite of the elite, but there are QBs in the Hall without MVPs...Kelly, Aikman, Moon, Sonny Jurgensen just to name a few.
Unfortunately, thinking deeper means nothing in these discussions...I'm not looking for acceptance of a player to the W2B Pro Football Hall of Fame...I'm looking for acceptance of the actual Hall of Fame, the one that matters.
The context is, he's a 2-time Super Bowl winner, 2-time Super Bowl MVP, career numbers that will place him right around the Top 10 All-Time and in the Top 4 among his contemporaries, one of the most clutch QBs of his era in one of the biggest markets in the league.
You can continue to be some nerd that doesn't understand REAL context of playing the game and attempt to quantify it with context that doesn't actually matter, but real world application of the context above, is a Hall of Famer...and that isn't even applying potential future accolades that the man may achieve. If you want to be late for the bus because you want to stand around and wait for the inevitable, go ahead. I'll be waiting front row, you can sit in the back with your binoculars with your wife fanning you with that damn newspaper in your oil stained Isaac Bruce jersey.