Breaking news today. Brett Favre suffered a hemorrhoid earlier this morning, as a result of pushing too hard...to get back into the NFL. It seems a bit comedic that like those little buggers that can plague your undercarriage, Favre just won't go away.
And why the hell does anyone care?
This is Packer country, and this piece is in no way blasphemous to what the man did for us as a quarterback of our football team. Clearly he is one of the best ever in the game and that will prompt some sort of spotlight no matter what he does. But aren't any of you sick of it?
How much time was spent last year...and the year before.......and the year before that on what Favre was going to do. "I'm retiring," he sobbed. "I'm back," he proclaims from the sweet Mississippi heavens. "And now, for my closing ""movement"" I'm talking to the Minnesota Vikings!"
I say piss on it. Favre, go to the Vikings and take them to the Super Bowl, either way I don't care what you do. I appreciate and will always remember huddling 'round my Sony waiting for you to throw another beautiful pass (interception). I will always remember how every announcer pointed out in cliche, how you loved the game. And seriously you were damn entertaining to watch on any given Sunday. Don't get me wrong, I'm just burnt out and spent on you Brett.
With that, Brett, I'm breaking up with you. I can no longer let your indecisive, cry fest media conferences run my life. Knowing, not knowing...it is all just too hard.
While I am sorry to hear about your hemorrhoid, I do wish you the best. There are just far too many other much more important things going on that I must attend to...like being employed, feeding the kids, paying the mortgage, and swine flu. So with that Brett, I bid you adieu.
Plug In - Participate - Go Gonzo, Brett!
Gomez Gonzo
Gonzo Editor-at-Large
gomez@gonzoguidegreenbay.com
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