Shit Or Get Off The Pot

Don't just stand there with your hands on your hips, looking up, trying to figure it out. God isn't going to tell you what to do. You have to make the call. One way or the other, Brett. Shit or get off the pot. Fish or cut bait. Retire or play. Your team needs to know now.

It was only in March, four months ago, when you made your tearful retirement speech. I got a little misty. This earned me some scorn in the Browns forum, mainly because they knew you were likely full of it. Well, piss on them. I was still a Favre fan and more so because you knew when to hang up the cleats and go fishing. Besides that, you're a southern boy, and I am loyal to my own kind.

I hate to say it, Brett, but this is getting a little embarrassing now. Peyton Manning called it when he said he wasn't going to send his standard quarterback retirement letter to you because he didn't buy it. The forum guys were right. You never even cleaned out your locker. So quit messing around and make the decision. Go to camp or go ride your tractor. You can't do both.

My advice? Stay home. You've done enough. You're Hall of Fame. You own the most and best quarterback records in the NFL. You've been the MVP a million times. You're a multi-time Pro Bowler. You've won a Super Bowl. Not to mention that you'll be 39 years old in October, which is not too old for most uses but is plenty old enough to be smart. Go out with your fans begging you to stay. Don't stay until they beg you to go.

Or play. But we can't have a Brett Favre retirement at the end of every season. So if you do come back and play, play 'til you drop dead. That's what you want to do anyway, right?