I know, I know, you're sick of Brett Favre. You're a fan, so you ingest so much sports news, information, gossip and statistical minutia that you grow weary of stories before they've completed the 24-hour news cycle, and here's the latest Favre saga, playing on an endless loop like "It's a Wonderful Life" at Christmas.
While it's true Favre has been listed by Homeland Security as an Emotional Terrorist, and it's true that the guy is a serial texter, cries more often than Dick Vermeil and has become a bigger pain in the butt than Roger Clemens' favorite syringe, there is also this:
The Packers are nuts not to want him back.
Green Bay General Manager Ted Thompson keeps treating Favre like a stalker. There is a reason for this: Favre is a stalker.
He's also a healthy, fit, Hall of Fame quarterback coming off one of his best seasons. Spurning Favre in favor of Aaron Rodgers is like selling your NFL franchise to buy a newspaper chain. One is a guaranteed success. The other might not be around in three years.
If you identify yourself as anything other than a die-hard Green Bay Packers fan, you probably greeted the rumors of Brett Favre mulling the end of his retirement with disbelief.
You probably lumped him into the same category as Roger Clemens, Michael Jordan and every boxer who ever lived, as a guy who just couldn't fulfill his promises of spending more time with his family, especially if his family didn't happen to be on an expensive golf course or in a Vegas casino.
This is understandable. Favre cried at his retirement press conference four months ago, after years of debating whether to keep playing and keeping his teammates and the Packers front office frozen in uncertainty. That should be in the Constitution -- if you cry when you announce your retirement, you can't come back without a note from Bill Parcells.
