You're doing it again.
You're holding out—on the brink of wavering—and I might understand why. You're still cutting checks from sponsors showcasing your indecisiveness.
But it can't be for the money or the fame.
Cut the crap. There's no need for it this time. You're not stuck on a team you don't want to be a part of.
You're on the best team in the NFC.
The Vikings—with your leadership—are probably one of the best NFL teams. You've got Adrian Petersen behind you. You have possession receivers and deep threats. You have a good offensive line. You have a solid defense and special teams.
All the records are already yours.
You're an 11-time Pro Bowl selection.
By the numbers, you are the greatest quarterback ever to put on a helmet. But we both know you don't care about those things.
You want that second Super Bowl ring and you won't retire happily until you get it.
The Saints beat you up. They reportedly roughed up both wrists, both ankles, a leg, and your head. They knocked you down and stole your football five times.
That's football. You know that.
Don't let New Orleans' fate bring a decisive end to your incredible career.
If you have another year's worth of zipping spirals left in that shoulder, please don't put us through the media gauntlet again.
Commit to next season as the Vikings' quarterback, take a few months off, and don't think too much.