Well, It's May. Spring is in the air, NBA and NHL playoffs are ruling the airwaves, exams are wrapping up, and like clockwork, Brett Favre is thinking about playin' some football again. THINKING about it is all they're saying though. Pardon The Interruption (not The Interruption has been Pardoned) reported earlier this week that Favre asked TWICE to be released from the New York Jets organization so he could "retire". Now why would a player be so adamant about having his rights released if he were gonna do nothing but watch the 09/10 season on his LCD bigscreen anyway?
Something doesn't add up right? Right! Guess what? Brett wants to play again. No questions asked. And judging by this picture, Sports Illustrated may also have a feeling Brett aint done.
After his final season with the Green Bay Packers, Favre sat at the pressbox and cried his wholesome-as-corn tears out as he announced his retirement. Sports fans thought it was sad, I thought it was pathetic. If Glen Davis is Big Baby then Favre is Big Loser. Just as a sidenote, does anyone here recall Michael Strahan's retirement? "World, I won the superbowl, it's been a slice, I'm goin out on top, Peace!" And guess what? We never saw the man in uniform again, nor will we. (Yes, I know, measuring oneself against the Stray Dogg can be bad for anyone's self image, unless we're talkin teeth).
But not good old Brett. This sad sack of shit cried his eyes out over his retirement, decided to come back and see if Green Bay would take him back again, cause one of the greatest quarterback controversies of all time, put his good friend Aaron Rogers in an awkward position to say the least, and basically oust himself from Packer greatness. One of, if not the most legendary Green Bay QB of all time quickly became the lamest. (Props to Bart Starr, a man who understands retirement).
After a media melee, Favre signed for 6 billion dollars for one year with the Jets. He led them to a promising start too, only to have it absolutely shatter near the end when it mattered. Kind of a good metaphor for his whole career actually.
So now what? He's been released by the jets after I believe an 8-8 season (not sure about that one) only to twiddle his thumbs again. But as Wilbon said, which team will get their private Jet to wisconsin first, the Redskins or the Vikings? Because both organizations are clearly desperate enough at quarterback, judging by interest in by both teams in the availability of both Matt Cassel and Jay Cutler. (And let's just say if Sage Rosenfels is being flown in, your QB situation is DIRE).
And believe you me avid readers, also desperate enough is Brett. He can't leave football alone no matter how hard he tries. He's the kind of guy who gets a stiffy from the swine flu panic cause it reminds him of pigskin. He loves beer. He advertises for Wrangler jeans. He has a salt and pepper due and a cannon of an arm. Granted, Brett Favre is the definition of an NFL QB.
But pleaaaaaassseee Brett. You already lead the league in TD's, you lead the league in interceptions, you lead it in gayness. If you come back, you're just gonna add a little to all three. Do yourself and all of us a favor: Buy a pair of levis and enjoy football how it's meant to be enjoyed...on a crispy high definition television.
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