As the 2007 NFL season approaches, there are certain things Iím looking forward to. A new Dolphins season under new leadership. Pizza, burgers, hot wings and an assortment of other crap I plan on stuffing myself with (washing it down with Heinekens, Sam Adams and the occasional Coke) while watching games on Sunday afternoons and Monday nights. Fantasy football. Cheerleaders. And hanging out with my boys.
One thing Iím not looking forward to is Brett Favre. Favre stands to break a few of Dan Marinoís most illustrious records this season, including the grand daddy of 'em all: career touchdowns.
Favre has hijacked his team, hijacked the Packers fan base and hijacked Aaron Rodgersí career. All for the sake of dragging his tired country-fried, deer killin' ass back and scraping through another interception riddled season just so he can break Marinoís records.
While Peyton Manning will eventually own the record book, itís just a tad annoying knowing that someday Marino will sit at number 3. Even more annoying will be the constant verbal blowjobs Favre will receive when he breaks the records from the likes of John Madden, Peter King and all of Bristol, Connecticut.
I wrote Favre a letter on my old blog last year. As a Dolphin fan, and as a Marino-worshipper, I figured to be a little bit biased about the whole thing.
But apparently, this Packer fan feels the exact same way I do about this whole travesty.
As the time comes near to Favre breaking the records, you can be sure that Iíll be venting here. I hope youíll join me.
Until then, Iíll be holding my breath with the rest of America until Favre has another press conference where he tells us heís not retiring. Again.
Ugh. Go shit on a wild boar, Brett Favre.
(thanks to Banyantree for the link)