What your view of sports and life would be if you had too many concussions
If you go back to the very first post on this blog posted over two years ago, you will see it was a rant about the ridiculousness that was the end of the Favre’s career. We all know how much fruit that garden has produced; just glance at the tag cloud in the right-hand column of this very page.
Brett, your problem is that you are like the NFL’s version of a rash that simply won’t go away. Our latest example are the comments you recently made regarding his successor with the Green Bay Packers, Aaron Rodgers.
I’m not even going to get into what you said, Brett. Don’t think I didn’t notice you pulled that old trick where you say something complimentary (you did admit that Aaron Rodgers was in fact a talented quarterback), but then you tainted that with a back-handed insult by pondering why “it took so long for a quarterback with Aaron’s skills and surrounding talent to achieve a Super Bowl victory.”
The beef I have is that you said anything. After the way you proved at the end of you career what a self-centered little twat you are, the million-dollar question is why does anybody care what a moron like you thinks?
Even throughout your playing days in Green Bay, even in the MVP era, I always suspected you were a douche-nozzle. I was also suspicious that the reason we never heard this was that the small-town Green Bay reporters may have covered up some of your escapades in order to maintain their access to the local star quarterback.
Of course, this ended after the Packers tired of your “I’m retired/I’m not retired” game and pawned you off on the Jets. Once in New York, somehow you managed to keep the whole ‘Wiener Text-Gate” issue quiet until after you got out of town, but by then, all sorts of other things were raining on you.
We all know that story, so there’s no need to dredge it all up again. The trouble is that whenever you shoot off your mouth, it all comes back for us. That’s why for the good of the NFL, its fans, and the human race as a whole, I must ask to you do the honorable thing – kill yourself.
Sure, that may sound rough, but let’s be honest. It’s not like you don’t have some self-destructive qualities. I mean, there was that whole Vicodin addiction, then there’s your suicidal insistence on maintaining that consecutive-games-started streak. It’s obvious you don’t mind self-destruction; why not show us such an act that’s good for somebody other than you for a change?
You really leave me no choice but to offer this suggestion. As rough as it may sound, it’s obvious you won’t ever shut the hell up as long as you are alive, so it’s clear that is the piece of the puzzle that needs to change.
I don’t really care how you do it; only that you do it before some other media outlet puts a microphone in front of you. After all the self-indulgent crap you’ve put us through, Brett, it is high time you did something for football fans everywhere.