Monday, May 11, 2009

Brett Favre, Go Away, Come Again No Other Day!!!

Dear Brett,

This is an intervention. I am here to help you. Let me make this easy: It's time for you to retire. Literally. Not fake retire. Not say you're retiring, thinking about it, then deciding to play again. Not saying you're retired but waiting for an x-ray to come back to see whether you will play again. No. RETIRE. Definition: to withdraw from one's position or occupation : conclude one's working or professional career. Granted, you still have a top 5 arm in the league. You are the most prolific quarterback in NFL history, what with the most wins, passing yards, passing touchdowns, consecutive games started, etc. HOWEVER, the indiscretion of a wild gunslinger that set you apart from other quarterbacks (and more specifically the ability to get out of the harrowing positions you subsequently put yourself in) is the very thing that now makes you a liability.



Let's forget about your abilities for a second on concentrate on another side of the story. Why come back? To win? A: You've won a championship in the past, albeit quite a long time ago. B: Coming back to win requires coming back to a team with a shot to win needing only to add a piece here or there. This DOES NOT include needing a quarterback, for that is no small piece. The Jets? Really? That didn't work out so well, if a championship was the barometer. And now, thinking about the Vikings? Not only did you throw the Packers under the bus (I don't care how the situation played out, you put them in an impossible situation having to wait for you to make up your mind every year. Thank goodness Aaron Rodgers is panning out pretty well and doesn't seem to have suffered any negative effects from your loitering), but you're going to stab them in the back by playing for a division rival? Are you kidding me? Let's just call you Johnny Damon, shall we?



So, Brett, please heed my advice (actually, the advice of tens/hundreds of thousands). We love how you played the game. We love your toughness, your charisma, your overall ability. Let us have those memories of you instead of this awful nonsense that is playing out. It almost happened with Jordan, but you are teetering on the brink. Please.

Sincerely,

Jacob, your fan of the past.