A Letter

Dear Mr. Favre:

Congratulations on a outstanding career. Now please either go home to Mississippi and hang out or become a play-by-play guy but do not come back.

My Dallas Gladiators drafted your heir-apparent in 2006 in anticipation of your eventual retirement. I have waited patiently for 2 years enduring your constant angst over whether to retire or play another year. I'm glad you had so much fun last year with your 4,155 yards passing, 66.5% completion rate and 28 touchdowns. Nice. But you are old. 38. Ancient in football years. Go away.

It is time for my investment in Aaron Rodgers to be rewarded. You have probably already damaged his effectiveness by trying this unretirement stunt even if you don't play. The poor guy was already in a difficult situation having to follow you and now he has to deal with your unretirement ghost floating around him. The first incomplete pass and the crowd will be shouting "Favre! Favre!"

Your meandering interview on Fox News was beneath you. Dude, you're a tough guy. You've played beat up. You've been pounded by linebackers and defensive linemen. With the exception of your friend Michael Strahan that one time in 2001, most of the time you didn't want them catching you. But there you were whining on national tv, spouting a bunch of psychobabble, saying it didn't bother you that the Packers had moved on but pouting the entire time. What was that?

So, please give it up. Let your exploits age into legend. Don't tarnish it with another season, risking an inglorious finish to a stellar career.

So. Go away.