BRETT FAVRE: FIRST CLASS JACK . . . This will not be unbiased; this will not be fair. I hate Brett Favre. Hate hate hate. You may say hate is a strong word, and I may say you’re an ignorant blankety blank (feel free to fill in the blanks with your favorite curse words; I don’t mind). It’s people like Brett Favre that are wrong with the world. He is the most selfish sack of blank (fill in again at your pleasure) I have ever had the displeasure of hearing about 50 million times a day on TV. Turn on my Tv, “Brett favre may have surgery,” “Brett Favre was on a plane today,” “Brett Favre left a stool in the toilet much like he did on the fine people of Green Bay.” Constantly I am bombarded. Don’t believe his lies about that he just had to play football, he loves the game and even though three weeks ago he swore he just didn’t have the heart for it, didn’t know if he could endure the wear and tear of another season (sorry I don’t know which, I quit counting after retirement 15), he just wanted to skip training camp. If he cared about winning and love of the game he would have been sweating and toiling away with his now teammates in Mankato; the only reason the prick didn’t sign three weeks ago was so he could skip training camp, the only reason he signed with Minnesota is so he could stick it to Green Bay, the very same people who loved and worshipped him. This man has never done anything not selfish. Remember when his father died? Instead of being with his family he decided I have to play so I can continue my record streak (Yea Im still bitter about that game, cost me a shot at $800 and I had Tomlinson in my fantasy championship the following week and he went off that week). And everyone telling me what a great hall of fame talent he is please provide me some proof other than he never got hurt and played forever. You know what, you play enough games your going to throw more touchdowns than anyone else, and know what, your going to throw more interceptions then everyone else too. I’ll give him that, the bastard unfortunately seems indestructible, even though probably more a testament to his offensive line and teammates even though you’ll never hear him say that. So in closing, I hate you Brett Favre. Please just go away, but I know you won’t. I know you signed a two-year deal which means next offseason I’ll be treated to the very same coverage as the past few years, will Brett Favre retire or will we return? I’m afraid we all know the answer . . . Thing That Pissed Me Off This Week: Unsolicited Middle of the Night Emails 7/22/9 So I’m laying in bed at 2 am, or whatever the hell else I happen to be doing in the middle of the night when all of a sudden my message beep goes off on my phone. Who is it? Texts from some friends who went out for the night, call from someone in trouble? No! It’s a @#$!% unsolicited email from Orbitz, or Paypal or Ticketmaster or Xbox or some other dumb ass company whose ingenious marketing brass decided it was a brilliant strategy to email customers in the middle of the night to generate business! What the hell! I’m sorry I’m part of the 21st century, I have a smart phone so I can receive emails from business contacts, friends or whoever so I can extend the courtesy of responding as soon as possible not so I can be interrupted in the middle of the damn night. I guarantee you these companies aren’t employing people to work at 2 am just to send out these aggrevating @$$ emails and you know why? BECAUSE NOBODY WANTS TO DO ANYTHING REQUIRING WORK OR THOUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAMN NIGHT! Why the hell would I want to receive your automatic computer generated emails while I’m suppose to be sleeping when you know no one wants to you’re your damn graveyard shift to send the emails out in the first place. And that’s what pissed me off this week. |