In news that surprise no one, serial Detroit Lions killer and living legend Brett Favre isn't so sure he isn't going to play this season. Really Brett? This is earth-shattering. Who could gave predicted this?
Old No. 4 has been the most fun player the author's ever seen. He's played with unbridled passion, won games with heart and grit and racked up mind-boggling statistics along the way. But this nonsense has to stop. It just has to. Training camp is in a few weeks, and gosh darn it, the Packers sure would like to know who their quarterback is going to be.
Poor Aaron Rodgers. The highly touted quarterback (not to be confused with former Creed frontman Scott Stapp) from Cal has literally had nothing to do but watch his hair grow since coming into the league in 2005. Just when he's finally handed the symbolic reigns to arguably the most storied franchise in NFL history, Favre reaches out from his home in Mississippi and tries to tug them away.
Look, we all get it. The author has walked a mile in Favre's Wrangler jeans. He misses the game. Every player that retires probably misses the game. But not every player does this one foot in the pool, one foot out routine at the expense of a franchise that was equally as loyal to Favre as he was to it. If Favre wants to return, he should. The guy can obviously still play, as evidenced by his remarkable performance last year. If the Packers want him back, then hold a press conference tomorrow announcing his triumphant return to the game he so loves. In short: get it over with.
The irony is that one of the NFL's greatest signal callers has been sending mixed ones since the day he retired. Either call an audible and come back or stick with the play you called in the huddle and snap the ball on the retirement. The play clock's running out on this charade, Brett.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Favre refuses to just 'Pack it in
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