Well, folks.  Here we are.  The off season.

Brett Favre has said he thinks there’s no way he’ll come back for another season.  Again. And he’s scheduled to appear this week in prime time on the new, old (and entirely marginal) Tonight Show with Jay Leno. And I’m sure there will be questions about Favre’s status.  Again. And I’m sure Favre will dust off his “golly, anything can happen” schtick.  Again.  He’ll speak in stammering partial sentences, committing to nothing, leaving every door to his return very nearly closed.  Very nearly.  But not quite. Also scheduled for this week?  Me holding a garbage can to catch my vomit when I watch Brett in his well-rehearsed, oft-performed dance of enticement of football fans.  Only this time, the barf that leaves my mouth will be accompanied by uproarious laughter, because this time I’ll know it’ll be our neighbors to the west who are holding their breath, biting their nails and throwing their Nerf footballs at their LCD screens as they listen to Favre trying his best to hide his feelings of self-importance.

Suck it, Vikings fans.  This was all part of the bargain you made when Charlie Daniels and his fiddle packed up and left Georgia to visit the Twin Cities.