With the Brett Favre circus in full force, I can't help wondering, where the hell is Terrell Owens? How has he been able to keep his big mouth shut and let somebody else hog the spotlight? And where are Randy Moss or Chad Johnson when you need them? One of those guys has to step up and make an ass of himself for the good of the nation. Steve Smith, bless his heart, gave it a try by breaking former Seahawk Ken Lucas' nose and there by giving another former Seahawk DJ Hackett a starting spot on the opening day roster. But alas, that blew over way too quickly thanks to the massive blowhard Favre.
And so I beg all the egomaniacs in the sports world to step it up and free us poor fans from the merciless onslaught of the Favre industrial complex. Right now I'm offering a tray of cold cuts and a six pack of Heineken to the first man who will knock Favre off the front page. I can't begin to tell you how sick I am of hearing how he loves the game more than anyone in the history of the league. How he's overcome so much thanks to his unparallelled love of the game - from the hurricane threatening his home down in Louisiana that was vacant at the time, to the time he fought through a bad cold and still was able to make it onto the field and throw 3 interceptions, and even the time he couldn't find his kids in the supermarket. Enough already, I'd rather hear about hockey at this point. Honest to God, hockey. And you know how much I hate hockey.
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You know what's even worse? We're going to have to live through that entire farewell tour and montages etc again when he's done all over again (which will probably be annually for the rest of my lifetime.) :P
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