As I heard sports talk radio tell me about the upcoming sit-down between Brett Favre and Vikings coach Brad Childress to discuss Brett’s second unretirement, a million thoughts were swirling through my head, which is about a million more than usual, so of course I had to sit down before I passed out.

I Can Haz Moer Football?I’m angry.  I’m frustrated.  I feel a little sad that Brett really is the dumb football jock I suspected he was, with an emotional IQ of a kitty cat.

But I really should thank Brett.  I’m about 100% certain that traffic to this little blog is going to double in the coming weeks, and it’s all because of number 4.  The further he takes this insane personal vendetta, the better it is for me.  And all Packer bloggers, really.  In thespian circles Favre has become the southern white bread version of Terrell Owens.  Or Meryl Streep.  High school drama teachers across America are instructing their students to watch ESPN so they can catch one of the modern masters as he tries to make the most of the twilight of his career.

And when Favre can draw crowds to Packer blogs?  That’s a good thing.

So thank you, Brett Favre, for building inroads to becoming the newest export to Minnesota.

But don’t think I’m not going to crush you for it, Brett.  Consider this post #1 in a series of several about your nearly certain move to the Vikings.

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