Love Letter to Brett Favre

You see, it's all about You now, Brett, no one else. Oh, sure, ten other guys get the privilege of lining up with you on offense. And another eleven get to fill the time between your snaps on defense. But trust us, they're all an illusion, they don't really exist. That's because, at 68, you have suddenly been anointed the Chosen One, the savior of the franchise. "From him springeth all of life eternal, and maybe a Lombardi trophy or two." Seriously, the team, and city, has been waiting for you since, well: Savior #1 Joe Namath departed for sunnier skies, and more fumbles in L.A. That's right, the rabid, and athletically-challenged, NYC media is already calling you the greatest name to take up a position in the city since Broadway Joe defined NYC Cool. Forget Ewing, Piazza, A-Rod, Giuliani... Read entire article...