By The Great, Good Eye Of Odin No More Brett Favre Stories...Please!

Have Mercy.

Please no more Brett Favre stories.

Not only here but ESPN, the NFL Network, CNNSI, ABC, CBS, NPR, NBC, AP, UPI, FOX, and any other alphabet soup outfits ye can conjure up.

Mercy. No more.

Every time I see a fresh Favre tale it makes me feel like crying out in anguish like Charlie Brown when Lucy pulls up the football.

Arghhhh! Again and again.

Doomed to it day after day just like old Coach Sisyphus rolling that rock.

Its a Mississippi Groundhog Day, and Brad Childress wants to watch the sorry show over and over and over.

Let him.

Let Coach Childress and John Madden count sweet Favre sheep before they goes to sleep.

Spare us, please, oh all powerful media gods.

Have pity. Have mercy on us, poor humble football fans. Fans seemingly doomed to endless forever Favre saturation bombing.

As Roberto Duran once said No Mas! No Mas!

Stop the fight.

Call in the air strike like Captain Willard to end Apocalypse Now and Colonel Kurtz's madness.

In fact Favre is acting so bizarre, even for him, I'm eagerly awaiting ESPN intercepting a Kurtz like radio message from deep in Mississippi.

[intercepted radio message] I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving in Minnesota maybe in November...Maybe Never. Maybe forever....maybe Brady or Manning will get hurt....maybe Andy Reid will need me. Maybe...maybe....

Maybe Coach Childress can float a purple Minnesota boat down the mighty Mississippi into Favre's heart of darkness singing Your My Obsession all the way.... to get his final answer.

Maybe.

Go for it coach.

You are an obsession
I cannot sleep
I am your possession
Unopened at your feet
There's no balance
No equality
Be still I will not accept defeat

Course maybe the Minnesota Viking coach has visions of the Tarvaris and Sage and Show sending him to Toledo as the assistant tight ends coach next year and decided its time to just row faster south and beg Brett to save him.

The Viking head man must be secretly hoping swift, strong Brett steps out on his swing and sings and sails away to save the stumbling, savaged Vikings from sure Sage shipwreck.

Half-step
Mississippi Uptown Toodleloo
Hello baby, I'm gone, goodbye
Half a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you old southern sky
I'm on my way - on my way

Just let us be until an actual story exists.

The Mississippi Hamlet act has grown quite old.

To quarterback or not to quarterback that is the question?

Who cares that is the question?

Day after day of deja vu all over again gets real old real quick.

Except, perhaps, for Brett.

To paraphrase Phil in Groundhog Day: I'm reliving the same story over and over.