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New Media Animation emails us alot about new animated videos they create on the world of sports. We’ve posted some of our favorites on Juiced Sports. They are out of Taiwan, but they do some great work. Today’s post is an animation they did of the latest Brett Favre sexual allegations. I know what you’re thinking: haven’t we heard enough of Brett Favre and his horny/very stupid antics? And the answer friends, is no. Because unlike a Kurt Warner, Favre’s name simply refuses to fade from the spotlight. Now we could write our usual “what was Favre thinking?” post or we could break down the situation for you, but the good folks at Next Animation Media did it funnier and a lot more creative than we could. So we give you their take, and if you’re lucky, maybe we’ll write our “Favre’s an idiot” post later this week. But only if you’re good! Check it out:

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Well that’s it. Brett Favre’s starting streak is over. Declared inactive for tonight’s game against the Giants, Number Four’s magical, mesmerizing starting streak which began way back in good ole 1992 was pronounced dead tonight at approximately 6:30 p.m. eastern time. The streak was 297.

The streak has endured a lot. From Favre’s father passing away the day before a Monday Night game in Oakland to a pair of retirements and a pair of comebacks, Favre has played through more pain (both physical and emotional) than I could ever imagine.  The longevity of his streak (19 years) is one of the most impressive in sports and the next closest competitor to the streak is Peyton Manning, who has six years plus to match it.

Favre has broken records, hearts, and got America to fall in and out of love with him all over again during this nearly two decade streak. Tarvaris Jackson will get the start as Favre, adorned in a purple Vikings winter cap and long sleeve shirt sits it out. And when they ask 10 years from now, where Favre’s streak ended, it won’t be Minnesota (despite the fact that it’s a Vikings home game). It will be Ford Field in Detroit. It’s an odd place for a historic streak to end. Would have liked to see the reaction Minnesota fans would have given him had it been at the Metrodome, but I guess it’s kind of fitting given the weird season Minnesota’s had.

Since being anointed starter of the Packers on September 27, 1992 Favre had  never missed a start. His streak took him to 46 different stadiums as he collected 186 wins along the way.

Favre’s streak will end tonight. On December 13, 2010. Just let that sink in for a second. So much has changed since September 27, 1992. Let’s take a look.

The first web browswer (Mosaic) wasn’t even invented until 1993.

> The Jacksonville Jaguars (‘95), Carolina Panthers (‘95), Cleveland Browns (`99), and Houston Texans (‘02) weren’t in existence.

> Tom Brady was 15 years old and in high school.

> The Buffalo Bills were in the middle of their unprecedented four year reign over the AFC and were clearly the best team in the conference (they currently have the worst record in the AFC).

> Sam Bradford was four years old.

> In 1992 the average gas price was $1.50.

> Humpin’ Around by Bobby Brown was number 1 on the U.S. R&B Chart. Billy Ray Cyrus was relevant.

> Unforgiven won best picture in 1992.

> George H. Bush, Bill Clinton, and Ross Perot were in a three man race for President of the U.S. (Clinton won).

So in honor of Favre’s streak and the End of an Era (he could possibly even be put on injured reserve for the rest of the year) we bring you an interview from September 20, 1992, a week before this historic streak began. A few gray hairs later, his streak is over. At 297.

Photo: Reuters

SCOTT JACOBS

Is tonight the night?

Is tonight the night where the NFL’s most famous streak dies?  Is tonight the night where the NFL’s most fascinating, over-talked about player finally sits?  Is tonight the night that Brett Favre doesn’t start?

It’s been an awful season for the gun slinging, Wrangler wearing, body breaking down more by the second Favre.  The Vikings have failed to come close to the high expectations that were rightfully bestowed upon them, after coming so close to the Super Bowl last season.  Favre’s stats have been horrendous, and his interceptions (18) are off the proverbial charts. The Vikings have suffered through a just as miserable season, including a coaching change and a weekly “will Favre play or won’t Favre play” debate that leaves Tavaris Jackson (an impending free agent at the end of the season) in the middle of one giant mess.

Minnesota’s playoff hopes are doomed, and a veteran laden team instead looks, well plain old.  Favre has already made it clear that the itch to play next season is non-existent and that this miserable, disappointing season will be his last.  He’s within three starts of reaching 300 in a row, an iron-man streak that may never be touched.

But tonight may be the end of an era.  Favre is hurting and reports have surfaced that he doesn’t think he can play tonight.  He said he definitely couldn’t have played yesterday.  But after a freak snowstorm literally ripped the cover off the ancient Metrodome (leading to more cries of “uh o, we need a new stadium or we’re moving to L.A.”) Minnesota’s tilt with the Giants was moved from the Great Lakes to Mowtown, where it will be broadcasted regionally tonight in those markets.

It’s the first NFL game to be moved since another Giants road game (odd coincidence) against the displaced Saints after Hurricane Katrina.  That game was moved to the Meadowlands.

This one will be played in the Lions Den, where thousands of fans scooped up free tickets to watch an NFL great potentially sit one out. I wrote a number of years ago that if Favre didn’t retire his career would end on a stretcher and not a podium.  All these injuries, all these hits have clearly taken it’s toll on not just Favre’s shoulder, but his body.

Favre has to look at life after football. Does he want to have trouble walking out of bed in the morning five years from now? Or is his long-term health enough to finally get him to sit?

Tonight could be the night that the NFL’s Cal Ripken calls it a streak. Or will number four muster just enough to get his broken, fading body out onto the grid-iron?

In the whacky wonderful world that is Brett Favre, maybe it would be fitting for his streak to end tonight. A home game played in a divisional opponent’s stadium, in front of a crowd that mostly hates him, against a team ready to rip him apart. Favre’s career was supposed to end with the Jets. Maybe tonight it unofficially ends against that other New York team: the Giants.

Feature: AP

The NFL’s biggest flip flopper, and it’s most synonymous gun slinger is coming back.  Again. That according to sources, who you may recall the first time around were a little off.  But like a good Brett Favre off-season story the conclusion is never 100% certain until the man says so himself.

Favre is reportedly coming back.  For a huge payday (like he needs it) and another crack at bringing one of the NFL’s most hard-lucked franchises their first Super Bowl title.  Minnesota and Favre came close last season, but an ill-advised interception late in the game, and a Garrett Hartley field goal in overtime dashed any Viking dreams of a trip to Miami.

So here we are.  Training camp is well underway,  HBO’s Hard Knocks has a new team and Brett Favre is prepared to join the Vikes this week, right in time to get in a few meaningless pre-season games, before he begins his 20th season.

The man owns a zillion records and he still has that incredible games played streak, so clearly his only real motives to come back are an itch to keep playing (while avoiding the whole excessive practice stuff) and to bring a Super Bowl title to the Twin Cities.  And maybe to have his own TV channel by the end of the season (o wait, he already has ESPN).

A lot of people are sick of the man who has hogged our television screens for years now.  They want him to exit the sport.  To take his little sideshow with him.  I used to be one of them.  But the truth is, I don’t mind him anymore.  I’ve gotten used to it, like an annoying family member.

And the fact of the matter is, he’s one of the last remaining dinosaurs in the game.  He’s getting so old (124 last time I checked) that maybe he was indeed born in the land of the dinosaurs.

But on a serious note, what was Minnesota’s alternative?  Become irrelevant and boring or remain a Super Bowl contender?  So some of their top players (Vikings confidantes) sold their souls to go to Hattiesburg, Miss. to visit with the old lug and try to talk him out of, well his indecisiveness.  And apparently it worked.

Favre’s in Minnesota and that means that once he agrees to finally do another merry go round, that Tavaris Jackson and Sage Rosenfels once again take a backseat to the Favre circus.  Not that anyone outside of their friends and family really care.  Lets face it: Jackson and Rosenfels are nobodies; Mediocre quarterbacks who will probably never amount to anything more than journeymen, quality backups.

Favre meanwhile is a legend (on the field and in his own mind).  He has a command of the huddle and a firm grip on the organization’s balls.  Minnesota put all their eggs in the Favre basket for a second year in a row and for a second year in a row, it’s going to work in their favor.  By the chin of their chinny, chin, chin.

Will Favre repeat his MVP-like numbers from a year ago?  The odds are stacked against it.  After-all, at the age of 40, it’s hard to expect him to throw 33 touchdowns and just 7 interceptions.  His 68.4% completion percentage and 107.2 quarterback rating will be extremely difficult to duplicate.  But his presence alone makes Sidney Rice and Percy Harvin even more dangerous.  Rice had a breakout year in 2009 and Harvin has boatloads of talent.

So here we are.  Middle of August.  Another Favre story.  Another Favre season.  Another Favre comeback.

Brett’s back.

Again.

Photo: Reuters

SCOTT JACOBS

The nearly two week delay was over.

Finally!

Alex Rodriguez blasted his 600th home run yesterday.  Against Toronto.  In the middle of the day.  In the first inning.

The ball landed in the netting out in center field and faded from view.  Yankee fans stood and cheered.  His teammates who have been with him through so much since his arrival in the Bronx stood at the top of the dugout, witnesses to history.  A-Rod embraced Derek Jeter at home plate in a warm hug and jogged lighty towards the dugout, high-fiving and hugging teammates, a big smile on his face.  Or maybe it was relief.  

600.

And yet in the sport that celebrates milestones like no other, this felt dry.  In New York it was celebrated.  Then again in San Fran so was Barry Bonds way back when.  So what, right?

But elsewhere it just feels like blah.  Like an entertaining movie that started off great, slowed down dramatically halfway through, and by the time it got to the end it just sort of didn’t matter because you didn’t care about the character enough.

That’s A-Rod if you ask me.  Once he admitted to being a former steroid-user in his Texas days, his credibility as a premiere slugger took an irrevocable hit.  600 home runs should matter.  It should be a huge deal.  Instead, it’s just another historic feat reached by a clouded superstar.

So yeah, he’s the youngest and he may one day reach 700 and who knows maybe 800 and beyond.  But in the end it doesn’t matter anymore.  We’ve tired of the home run hoax.  No one wants to see any more smoke and mirrors, so even what’s real is getting caught in the windshield and getting smudged away.

The feeling here is this: 600 should be a big deal, but we’ve gone through this home run trot so many times before, like Brett Favre going through retirements that we’re pretty much sick of it.  It’s just a nice dog doing old tricks.  We want to see a new dog pulling off new tricks.  Steroid free please.

Shaq signs with another contender, immediately becomes media-relevant again

But still not good. Give him whatever stupid nickname you want, the guy is no longer good.  He’s only considered a decent center because that position has lost its relevance in the league.  Shaq brings hype everywhere he goes (which is everywhere lately, but he hasn’t delivered squat in a really long time).  He only stands to get worse these next two years, his health is an issue, his ego always becomes a distraction, and he just takes up space.  His free throw shooting is atrocious, he’s not a game-changer, and he probably makes Rajon Rondo worse.  With Shaq comes the name, but the production is bordering on minuscule.  He might make the Celts worse. Just saying.

Brett Favre retires through a text message than un-retires without committing to anything again

What’s new?

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The morning that the Jets made their huge trade to acquire Brett Favre from the Packers– officially ending what felt like the longest, most drawn out process in recent memory– I was listening to talk radio.  All day, the analysts and sports radio talk show hosts were breaking down what it meant, how good the Jets could be, even what would happen to Chad Pennington.

And I remember vividly the analysts proclaiming that Favre made the Jets an 8-9 win team, 10 tops, but that was only if the stars truly aligned. He will make them better I remember them saying, but he will not make them great.

Not even a year later, the Jets were better, but not great.  They weren’t even good enough after an 8-3 start to make the playoffs, and they couldn’t break the 10 win mark.  I just remember thinking, for once, the analysts were spot on.  They had this thing pegged from the start.  Brett Favre was not what he once was.  The Jets found that out the hard way.

And so today, Brett Favre, the man, the mystery, the larger than life Wrangler Jean wearing quarterback from Mississippi called it quits– for good, leaving behind him the game that he just could not leave.  His last game, a disappointing loss to the Miami Dolphins.  His last pass, an illegal forward pass.  His final moment on the football field: running off the field as the Dolphins celebrated an improbable, unbelievable, unexplainable AFC East title.

It is what it is, were along the words that Favre used.  He looked frusturated, but not devestated. The experiment, playing for Gang Green resulted in a five win improvement from the year before’s four win nightmare, but it still cost Eric Mangini his job, and ultimately now that Favre is retiring for good, leaves the Jets with one heck of a mess at the QB spot.

If you’re a glass half full/glass half empty person, then it was only fitting that Favre’s final game netted him 20/40 for 233 yards passing, and one touchdown.  And he left the game he loved doing what he did best- throwing interceptions (three of them in fact).  For all of Favre’s greatness and for all of his remarkable records, he also leaves the game with the dubious distinction of being one of the NFL’s greatest risk-takers, and the career leader in all time interceptions.

Who could have possibly foreseen the former Southern Miss star becoming one of the NFL’s most iconic figures?  No one, that’s who!

But that was how Favre played.  Sometimes his decisions were baffling, other times shocking, but he darted that pigskin all across the the field during his long and illustrious 18 year NFL career, one of the most spectacular and exhilarating careers the NFL has ever seen.  Favre was a gritty, hard nosed player, whose passion for the game probably caused him to overstay a little longer than he probably should have, but that was who he was, a great player, who for the longest time refused to give in, and give it up.

He leaves the game with some remarkable numbers:

Ever since the start of the 1993 season he has played all 16 games each season, and holds the all-time record, a mark that may never ever be touched, never-mind threatened of starting the most consecutive games ever, 291 including the playoffs.  Constantly labeled a warrior, one of the most enduring memories of Favre was when he decided to play a Monday Night football game against the Raiders in Oakland, even after his father had passed away.  Number four had one of his greatest games that night, and dedicated his performance to his father, and that captivated a nation to embrace the man who was already larger than life in Green Bay.

Favre’s marvelous career began in Atlanta, where as a rookie he played in two games, going 0-4 on pass attempts, while throwing up a pair of picks, and a 0.0 QB rating.  Needless to say, the Falcons and most likely every other NFL team probably weren’t too devestated when Favre was traded to the Packers after the 1991 season.  Who could have possibly foreseen the former Southern Miss star becoming one of the NFL’s most iconic figures?  No one, that’s who!

It’s kind of entertaining, the idea that Favre started his career on a forgettable note, and ended it not on a magic carpet ride, singing “I’m going to Disney” but in a statement to the Jets that said he was done.  Favre started as a relative unknown and closed his long and incredible career almost as quietly as he started (at least the second retirement that is).

Favre’s dumbfoudningly insane numbers go like this: 273 regular season games, 5720 completions, 9280 incompletions, 65,127 yards passing,  464 touchdowns, 310 picks, and 169 regular season victories.  While many of his records were achieved during not his prime, but during the tail end of his long career, it’s undeniable that he earned everything he got.

So while we will never forget Favre’s horrible handling of a botched retirement with the Packers, and the summer long circus that followed it, until he was shipped to the Jets,  it’s important to remember that before he became a side show, Favre was the show.

A three time league MVP, Favre led the Green Bay Packers to a 35-21 victory over the New England Patriots in Super Bowl XXXI, and at the time, few probably thought that would be his first and only Super Bowl title.  But after leading the Packers back to the Big Game the ensuing season, and losing to John Elway and the Broncos, Favre never got back.  He got close, such as the 2007 season when the Packers were a Favre pick away from possibly winning the NFC title, but never got over the hump.

So however you choose to remember him: just keep this one thing in mind: Favre was great.  He failed spectacularly, he succeeded epically, and he played the game the right way.  Like anybody, he made mistakes, many of them on the field, and a few off of it, but he was only human.  And while he probably should have hung up his cleats about three to four years earlier, his retirement as a battered Jet and not a glorified Packer doesn’t tarnish a legacy that stacks up there with any of the NFL’s greats.

So farewell Mr. Favre.  It’s been one hell of a run.

The show is over.  It’s the end of an era.

All of the dominant quarterbacks of the 1980’s and 1990’s have officially hung up their cleats, and moved on.  Favre joined that group today, and surely in due time he will join them in the Hall of Fame as a first ballot Hall of Famer.

It’s been fun.  It’s been interesting.

Photo: Reuters

However, New York wasn’t the best place for him to get traded. Want media coverage? New York is the home of media coverage. If Favre could get all those reporters to the nowhere-land of Green Bay, imagine what he could accomplish in New York. All you have to do there is say, “Coach Mangini might have made a few mistakes last game,” and it’s a national story.

My man Colin Linnwweber hails from New York. He hasn’t commented much on Brett Favre yet, but you can never be sure. Colin is the blogging equivalent of the New York media. And since the average blogger is already as over-the-top as the New York media, that would make Colin like a New York journalist on acid, like Hunter S. Thompson on acid–or maybe like Hunter S. Thompson off acid, if that’s possible to imagine.

A selection of some of his past few article titles reads like so:

The “Idiot” Is Not Wrong…Edwar Ramirez Should Be Suspended
The 5 Most Villainous Athletes Of The Past Decade
Jose Canseco Is “Rotted Inside Out”
Injuries to Yanks Hughes and Kennedy are as real as Pam Anderson’s breasts
Manny Ramirez Is A Thug

What do you have to say about Favre now? Are you gonna jump on his bandwagon as he turns you into a “Super Bowl contender” like the New York media did with Eli Manning when they first got their hands on him?

Are you going to come crashing down on him the minute he becomes a distraction or doesn’t play well enough like the New York media had been doing to Manning with headlines like this every year until he won the Super Bowl?

SHOULD HAVE PASSED ON ELI DEAL
WHAT KIND OF MANN IS HE?
STRUGGLES FUELING QUESTION OF GIANT MISTAKE

Up in Green Bay, I know what those idiots are going to be doing: “Oh, no, Aaron Rodgers sucks! Lets throw bottles at him!”

What’s up, JSB nation? I’m finally back from my family vacation to Cincy, and it looks like I missed some major sports news since I last posted.

While I was in the Queen City, riding The Beast at King’s Island and attending various family functions, I did manage to work in some sports. I went to the Reds/Rockies game the Sunday after I got there. Of course the crappy Reds got hammered, 11-0, but as it turns out it was Griffey’s last home game as a Red, so that was cool.

But other than catching a couple of nationally televised baseball games, that was the extent of my contact with the sporting world for the time I was there. So I thought I’d better do a little recap post to run down what I missed and give you my opinions on the major events that went down while I was up North.

Manny traded to the Dodgers
The circus sideshow known as Manny Being Manny is now exactly where it belongs-in Tinseltown. I was in a local sports bar down the street from my in-laws house when I heard the news, and I nearly choked on a wing bone when word came down that Ramirez had been dealt for Jason Bay, with Brandon Moss and Craig Hansen going to the Pirates in the three way deal.

For any of you who have been to Cincy, or eaten at Skyline Chili, you know that 3-ways are the best way to go. In this case the three way was not very tasty for Boston, but for some reason the Sox management couldn’t do a straight up, two team deal, so this was the only alternative.

My opinion: a deal had to be made, as Manny was quite clearly quitting on the team like he did at the end of the 2006 season. The fact that Boston had to give up so much to rid themselves of the headache he had become was an unfortunate byproduct of getting blindsided by his tired act. But at least they got a respectable left fielder (Bay) in return, a guy who will not a) quit on his team b) slap a teammate or shove an old man c) hide out in the Green Monster during games.

Look, I loved ManRam as much as the next Sox fans for the 7 1/2 years he was with the team, but enough was finally enough. His cute antics and sweet swing had finally been outweiged by his manic personality and ability to give up on his team at a moment’s notice, and when he failed to hustle on a ground ball during a no hitter, well that was the last straw.

As a result I say sayonara, ManRam. Good luck and no hard feelings, and I hope you enjoy life in La La Land. Because that’s exactly where you belong.

Favre finally dealt – to the Jets?!
This was the only sports story I could follow with any regularity while I was away, because it was freaking eveywhere! Every channel I tuned in on the radio during our 1,000 mile drive, every cable news channel, and especially on ESBFPN, it was all Brett, all the time.

By the time I got home, rumors were rampant that he was headed here to Tampa Bay to play for the QB-lover Jon Grunden and the Bucs. Thankfully that did not happen, as the Pack came to their senses and shipped the serial retirerer to the J-E-T-S so he can fail miserably in the city that doesn’t sleep. That way the whole world will be able to watch when he heads off into retirement #4 at the conclusion of the 2008 season.

(Maybe that’s his secret: he wants his retirement number to match his uniform number!)

The best part about this story: it’s finally over. Well, at least this chapter of it. Now we’ll have to sit through endless dissections of every game, play, TD and INT he throws while wearing that putrid green uni. Here’s to hoping he goes 13-37 with no TDs and 4INTs against the Pats in the second game of the season.

The Olympics and PGA Tournament get underway this weekend
WTF cares.

That about gets me up to speed on the major events that took place while I was gone. Now that I’m back I can get back to posting regularly, helping to balance out the inane ramblings of Colin and restoring some sanity to the blogosphere.

Thanks for your time and I’ll be back soon with a full post about my trip to Great American Ballpark.

SCOTT JACOBS

Brett the Jet.

Jet Favre.

If he goes to a Mets game (Met Favre).

Broadway Brett.

Welcome to New York New Jersey Brett. Welcome to the Jets.

You wanted your release trade. You got it. Welcome to the Meadowlands. Welcome to second fiddle, where you’re not even the most important team in town. That would be the defending champion Giants. You’re not even the best quarterback in your area. That would be Eli Manning.

But hey, welcome to New York New Jersey. Enjoy the big city swampland. Take advantage of the laid back totally out of control, in your face every minute media. Enjoy hunting… for fake Rolexes and sunglasses.

At the young and crisp ripe old age of 38, Brett Favre is heading to a very impressive mediocre Jets team that is stocked with new free agent pickups and big signings. The Jets were 4-12 last year. Hey the Giants Dolphins were worse.

So welcome to the spotlight Brett.

Welcome to New York New Jersey.

Some people expect you to win the Jets a Super Bowl playoff game. Others aren’t even sure if you make the Jets the second best team in their division.

But hey, at least the Jets Vikings are leading ESPN’s poll which asks which team in the Favre Saga will have the best season next year.

The facts are this. Favre in green. We saw that for 16 years.

Favre in Gang Green and white. This is all new. It looks a little goofy.

Favre in a t-shirt and a plain NY hat: a little plain. It’s in a situation that’s been anything but.

“I don’t know these guys,” said Favre. “They don’t know me. It’s about the team. I hope that after today and tomorrow the distractions are at a minimum. I’m just one man. One of 53.”

He may be just one man. But that one man has a national spotlight centered on him that’s been blinding everything else going on in sports for the last month. And now that spotlight is as big as the Big Apple.

“I don’t know what I’m getting myself into,” said Favre.

No kidding Brett. You thought the Packers would just accept you back and you cried foul when they didn’t. You thought they would just release you when you pleaded. They didn’t. You cried foul. You thought they would trade you within the division, because you only play them twice a year. They didn’t. You were stunned.

So to say you don’t know what you’ve got yourself into actually makes sense.

Here, I’ll clue you in.

The Patriots went 16-0 last year. You won’t win the division.

The Bills were 7-9 last year. The consensus is they’ll win at least nine games this year.

The Dolphins, well, they’re eyeing Jets ex-quarterback Chad Pennington. A hanging chad helped determine the presidential election in 2000. A certain Chad would make for a very intriguing week one matchup between the fish and the J-E-T-S Jets Jets Jets! Pennington versus Favre? Now that would be interesting.

But back to your situation Brett.

The Colts, Chargers, Jaguars, Steelers, and Titans all made the playoffs last year. None of those teams took a major step back, so inevitably it looks like your Jets will battle just to make the playoffs.

If I were you, I’d be more concerned about ending your career limping.

Football isn’t exactly the sport where your body is built to play every game for such a long time.

Don’t you think you’re uh, pushing it Favre?

Then again, it’s not like this whole thing wasn’t pushing it. O wait, yes it was.

Hey, at least one chapter in this overblown mess is over.

Now the Jets and Brett get to write number two.

Can’t wait.

(Yeah right).

SCOTT JACOBS

A gray haired Brett Favre had this coming. He did.

He’s totally naive if he sees it otherwise.

Brett Favre was asking for this. He was.

You don’t do what he’s done to a team, three offseasons in a row, and expect the team to just take it sitting down.

No. Enough is enough. Green Bay has stood up, said “stop!” and now they’re finally letting their actions prove it.

Brett Favre is not the Green Bay Packers. The Green Bay Packers make the Green Bay Packers.

The Packers have finally come to their senses and have made the decision that will define the next three-five years of their franchise: they’ve cut ties with number four.

Wayne Gretzky was the Great One. I’m ready to tab Favre as the Obnoxious One.

He just doesn’t seem to get it.

Yes, he was Green Bay football for 16 years, and he won them a Super Bowl, but…

He retired back in March. The Packers moved on. They implemented Aaron Rodgers into the starter’s role, and tweaked the offense to be about him. The players accepted Favre’s retirement and turned to Rodgers. This is now Rodgers team. Even if Favre did come roaring our of nowhere to demand a release after he RETIRED on the Pack.

You are allowed to change your mind in sports. I have no issue with that.

My issue is with Favre changing his mind this late into the offseason and throwing a noose aroound Green Bay’s neck saying start me or release me.

Now that stance has become, trade me to the Vikings, or release me so I can go to the Vikings.

But that’s not going to happen, and here’s the best part: Favre doesn’t sound like he wants to go to the Jets (one of the teams supposedly interested) because he’s a country guy and likes a low key situation. O, is that so?

Well, you’ve got ESPN following you around like an over-protective parent spying on her kid during their first date. Cameras in front of Favre’s home. Text messaging between Favre and Ed Werder. What’s next video messaging?

This thing has gotten so far out of control, its absurd.

Favre doesn’t want the media attention, he just wants to play football. But he wants to steal Aaron Rodgers job, or he wants to go to the Minnesota Vikings, Green Bay’s hated rivals. No, that’s not worthy of some attention. Apparently according to the media, it’s worthy of the whole nation’s attention.

Another thing: Favre is 39.

Rodgers is young and hungry. Enough of this crap. Favre is old and a drama queen.

Green Bay needs to start over. They need to make this the Packers again. Not the Fighting Favres.

Whether Rodgers ultimately becomes a good player or not, I don’t know.

But don’t you think it’s worth the Packers finding out what they have? Instead of playing a 39 year old guy who is just asking to have his career ended with an injury, the Packers are doing the right thing going with youth.

After a while all good things must come to an end.

Brett has some great records under his belt. He’s done some exciting things.

But he won ONE Super Bowl with the Pack. That was in 1997. That was over a decade ago.

As Peter Griffin would say: cut the ambilical cord already.

And get Favre off of my television. Along with his annoying wife!

Tampa Bay, New York be careful what you wish for.