Hey Brett, your NFL pension fund manager called…he said the recession has bottomed out and it now time to come home.
Talk about a self-destructing legacy, Brett Favre is the guy. This guy had it all with the Packers. He had tenure, job security, Packer fan adoration, marketing appeal, and probably just about anything he asked for in Green Bay.
Having enjoyed a productive 16-year career, he decided it best to retire. So long Brett, thanks for the memories – thanks for your service (all of which made the Packers glad). And then he unretired by re-signing with the Jets (which made the Jets glad and the Packers rightfully mad)…then he got the Jets head coach fired…then he retired again (which made the Jets rightfully sad and the Packers understandably glad)…then he unretired again and re-signed with the Vikings (which made the Vikings glad, and the Jets and Packers rightfully mad again). This guy has become a nuisance, an annoyance, a deer tick. This is a prime example of nurtured ignorance, young and old, in the NFL (anyone want to talk about Michael Crabtree’s holdout at this time?). This is why high school and college football is so fun to watch – kids play for the love of game and not that (love) of money. Brett, was that you on the back row at the Michael Vick press conference the other day? No, my bad it was Forrest Gump mumbling something about studid is….
OK Brett, you have your own self-promoting website: The Official Website of Brett Favre\; egads, Perez Hilton of all people is now your celebrity fan promoter: Brett Favre Will Never Retire – Ever!; you are old for pro football and somebody – probably you - is gonna get hurt: Brett Favre Not the Answer for Vikings; the Packer fans think you suck: Favre officially vilified in Green Bay; and even the liberals are questioning your intelligence: Ugh, Brett Favre.
Somebody send Brett a Sharpie and notepad. It’s obvious he likes to sign his name on a dotted line and maybe this way his urge can be satisfied with just wide-ruled paper. We, the public, can perhaps be spared the reoccurring sad retirement and giggly coming-out-of-retirement press conferences you like to conduct. If it’s the limelight you want, would somebody please send him a lamp with a green light bulb.
Go home Brett. I don’t want to see you again until the Hall of Fame comes knocking (and here’s a clue: you have to be retired at least 5 years before that happens).