This Brett Favre saga of the last three years makes me want to vomit. Why can't great athletes learn to walk away from the game. Favre has absolutely nothing left to prove, his plaque in Canton has already been made, he's won three MVP's, a Super Bowl, and deserves acting distinction for his work in There's Something about Mary and Wrangler jeans commercials.
I don't care about Brett Favre coming back to play this season, what I do care about is Favre holding a press conference every 48 hours to have a man-cry with the media.
Also I'm starting to wonder if the FBI helped ESPN gain access to a Favre phone tap because they seem to know everything the ageless wonder has been doing for the last two years.
ESPN BREAKING NEWS: Favre reads his playbook while dropping heat in the Vikings locker room.
I loved Brett Favre, his southern charm, 'awe-shucks' demeanor, potato gun of a right arm, and legendary stories of his boozehound past, earned him a warm place in my heart.
He's not going to quit until he throws for 600 yards and 8 touchdowns against the Green Bay Packers. He's not going to quit until breaks the collective hearts of everyone in the frozen tundra. He's not going to quit before he makes Packers management eat their words.
He's not going to quit, and I just really wish he would.
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