Today we hear of another re-re-re-un-re-un-retirement by Brett Fah-vre. So he found a way to skip camp AND start for an NFL franchise. How nice. I won't be burning my number 4 Jersey. But let's just say I'll enjoy no small amount of schadenfreude when the Vi-Queens' season ends on a Favre interception that the guy selling lutefisk in the parking lot saw coming. Now that Brett has the chance to lose in the dome not once, but eight times a year (he's something like 4 for 14 in case you wondered) it's hard to feel anything but pity for the guy.
Kornheiser, wherever you are, a jock awaits your care!
The fine fellows at The Cold Hard Football Facts call Brett Old Yeller, as in the dog who needs to finally be put out of his misery. I guess Brett had better steer clear of Michael Vick!
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