Brett Favre Ponders Retirement, Nation Ponders Lunch Options

There are rumors on the wind that Brett Favre—he's a quarterback for the Minnesota Vikings in the NFL—might be considering the possibility of possibly retiring, potentially.  That's according to a cryptic text message that Favre sent to some of his teammates. 

Allegedly.

Although Vikings Head Coach Brad Childress is waiting to "hear it from the horse's mouth," some players are already calling it a done deal.  Although now, because the Vikings may have realized their backup plan involves Sage Rosenfels, the team is offering Favre more money to stay.

Fair warning—that's about all the football talk to be found in this article.  Although honestly, when was the last time ANY Brett Favre article contained football talk? 

After all, we want the real news. When will an unnamed source close to Favre finally leak the contents of Favre's lunch? Was it pulled pork again?  Pork—pig—pigskin—football! 

Get happy, Minnesota.  He's staying after all.  Maybe.

If Ed Werder is to be believed—and he is—Favre has been unreachable since sending The Text. Surely he is agonizing over the decision as we speak, spending hours in isolation from all but his closest press contacts, pausing only to dash off an ambiguous e-mail to the long snapper.

But is it just me, or is there a little less interest at this point?  A little more cyncisim?  Is this what Favre has been reduced to?  Only 10 minutes of SportsCenter dedicated to his decision?  Where's the hourlong special, with revenue to benefit some charity we'll figure out which one later yadda yadda? 

How come there are only nine reporters stationed outside Base Camp Four to decipher the interpretive smoke signals rising from the chimney?

I hesitate to say it...but has the nation moved on?  

Say it ain't so, general public.  You secretly know you would miss the updates crawling across the bottom of your screen, revealing nuggets like "Brett Favre reports that his shoulder hurts, but calls 2009 season 'awesome experience.'" 

For now, the dwindling masses who care—confined largely to the upper Midwest—remain glued to the television.  Or maybe not.  After all, "Jersey Shore" is on tonight. 

We'll let you know, Brett.  We'll let you know.