Please, Mr. Favre, Can You Do That For Us

I think that I can speak for the rest of the entire sports-viewing world when I say, "Please call the Packer's bluff, Number 4!"

I know that I am certainly not alone, sitting on the very teetering edge of my Laz-E-Bwoi, chomping at the damn bit, racking my brain trying to figure out the future actions of the SEVENTY-TWO YEAR OLD, NFL INTERCEPTION LEADER!

Holy shit, Brett, do the rest of us a favor and eat the damn gun. Or go ride a four-wheeler with your sister, or take a car ride with your brother. Just, puhleeze go the Hell away. Oh, and take Hillary and Bill with you.

I swear I wish that Brett Favre was an Alabama alum.