Not sure how many of my readers (presumptiuous of me, I know), are football fans, but if you’re not a fan… feel free to close your eyes and just keep hitting refresh until my next post.

This past spring, Green Bay Packers legendary quarterback Brett Favre announced he was retiring from football. After 18 seasons, which included a Super Bowl win against my beloved New England Patriots, Brett wasn’t going to spend the entire warm weather months pondering his future, keeping the Packer fans waiting. Nope. He was done. He sat there in front of the microphone and bawled like a little girl (see pic at right) while explaining that it was time for him to do other things.

Oops.

Not so fast.

Brett has contacted the Green Bay Packers and said he wants to play. Green Bay still owns his contract, and therefore his rights in the NFL. That means GB has three options. Take him back and pay him. Trade him to another team (oh please doG… The JETS!!!). Release him completely to go anywhere he wants to play (again… The JESTS need a QB, so I’d love them to get a 90 yr old retiree the Pats could beat the hell out of).

Well, since blogs are about assholes… or more accurately, opinions… here’s mine.

GO FISHING BRETT. Go play golf, mow the lawn, and enjoy the millions of dollars you’ve made. Pop into a bar in Green Bay every once in a while and enjoy drinks on the house. But don’t play football again. You cried on national television when you announced the end to your career… I don’t want to have to see that again!