The only difference this time around is nobody cares. There will be no teary-eyed farewell press conferences; there will be no looks back on his legacy. He will simply pack his bags and leave.
Maybe Favre's calendar is a little off. Today is not April 1 and Brett Favre is not fooling anybody. Why did Favre spend an entire summer whining just to spend one year with the Jets and a 9-7 record? I don't know, maybe his wife was nagging him and he had to get away. Maybe he got into a stupid bet with Mike Ditka; maybe he had a thing for Jets cheerleaders, I don't know!
I just hope it was all worth it for Favre. I hope putting a gangrenous smear on his fantastic football legacy and losing the respect of the Green Bay Packers organization was worth him having something fun to do on Sunday afternoons.
Actually, I do know! Maybe it's simply the Madden curse. Yep, that's it. That is the only logical answer there is. It's now official—this long string of stupidity is not Favre's fault; it's that darn Madden curse!
Maybe I'm being too hard on Favre. In fact, I should be thanking him. Thanks to him, we will now have a term to give a football player who wants to come back to the game—a "Brett Favre."