I'm sick of hearing about Brett Favre. I'm sure you're sick of hearing about Brett Favre. I'm not even sure John Madden is enjoying all of this. I'm certain their were Brett Favre reports on The Golf Channel.
I find myself looking for disdain on the faces of ESPN anchors every time they have to talk about Brett Favre. I don't know how they do it. I know these guys are journalists and this is a story, but I am at a point where I would be going out of my way to avoid doing a Favre story. And America just can't look away. It's like you have to pick up your dog's poop, and you have your poo bags or pooper scooper, but you only pick it up because the cop riding a bicycle is staring right at you.
There seems to be a Brett Favre update every five minutes about his ankle. Brett Favre was wearing a boot, then he's wearing sneakers, then he drove a lawnmower.
We get it, Brett. You're a warrior. You've played through broken thumbs, numerous bruises and sprains, and your father's death. You have a consecutive games streak that is held in a higher regard that Cal Ripken, Jr.'s.
(I have realized at this point that if Brett Favre were to end his streak, that would be the topic for the entire game. America and I just can't get a break on this.)
Should this event transpire, I suggest we grieve the end of the streak for about 20 minutes, and then go back to making fun of his issues with sexting. At least I am. He is 41 years old. He's too old for that!!!