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I am sick and tired of Brett Favre.

Great player, great guy. But gimme a friggin’ break.

You wanna continue your career? Fine. But after announcing your retirement following a prolonged (and very public) debate, don’t rip the Packers for disrespecting you. I’m not a guy who usually supports teams over players, but, well, I’m supporting a team over a player. Despite the conventional wisdom of players and 99% of the media talking heads, the NFL owes Favre absolutely nothing. Nada. It made him a wealthy man for the obscure (and relatively meaningless) ability to throw a wad of dried pig flesh 60 yards in the air to another man wearing sticky gloves and and Breathe-Rite strip. So enough with this, “The Packers need to let Brett play where he wants to play. They owe him that much …” Blah, blah, blah.

If anyone owes anyone anything, it’s Brett owing me a little peace and quiet. Because he’s driving me friggin’ crazy.

Either shut up and go to camp with the Packers as a backup (hell, you’ll win the job in two weeks, max) or begin your life giving Rotary talks and working 4-H bake sales.

But make up your mind. Please.