The Golden Brett

"When men are most sure and arrogant they are commonly mistaken, given views to passion without that proper deliberation which alone can secure them from the grossest absurdities."
-David Hume
There isn't much else to say other than Brett Fav-re is a child and destroyed any reputation he had cultivated over his career in Green Bizzle. Now, I certainly don't begrudge anyone to play their sport until their legs fall off. But Marv Levy was known to say if you're thinking of retiring, you already have. If he thinks his little act of maybe-I-will, maybe-I-won't is appealing to anyone, he should ask John Kerry how his line about $87 billion went over.

Besides his perpetual whinyness, his glaring desire to play for the Vikings shows how little he thinks about the people of Green Bay. It's Gil Perrault lacing up the skates with the Phylers or Kim Jelly donning the orange-and-teal.

Now, Brett may ask, how could he have avoided all this riducule. Two suggestions: 1) don't be a spineless, passive-aggressive, jean model, superfuckclown by changing your mind every 5 seconds like a spoiled 3-year old; and, 2) don't play for the Vikings (or the Bears). 30 other teams would have been perfectly palatable.