This is to officially honor the passing of the man we would have remembered Brett Favre as: a rugged, exuberant, talented Super Bowl champion who was the face of one of the most historied NFL teams for over a decade.
Instead that man has been replaced by a flaky, indecisive semi-diva who lost his touch years ago, throws as many interceptions as touchdowns, and struggles over career decisions the same way old people struggle with deciding what to order at Panda Express.
RIP, old Brett Favre.
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I'll have the Mandarin Chicken.
I'll have the poo-poo platter... check out the poo blog. (http://scatt-egories.blogspot.com/)Unfortuately, the phrase "fecalmatters" was already used for the address. I thought about "the-colon-column" but scatt-egories sounded more scientific? Call for the login and password to add those delectable photos and postings!
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