Friday, August 08, 2008

Stop the presses.

Please. No more with the Brett Favre. It's killing us. Look! He's on a plane! Look! He landed locally! Look! That's not him it's his wife! Hey! He's in Cleveland with a #4 jersey! Look! He's growing a beard! Hey! Didn't he win his only Super Bowl of his career because of an outstanding defense led by Reggie White?

Last thing we'll ever say, ever, about the Summer o' Brett Favre: We hope Chad Pennington signs with the Dolphins and we hope the Dolphins beat the Jets on opening day.

(And yes. We know we "retired" in January. But the hopes and dreams of millions of fans weren't riding on this major announcement. Half of you didn't realize we were gone until like March).

Now can ESPN go back to its regular programming of just showing highlights and sports scores without awful catchphrases for every single occassion? Wait. Supercalifragilwhat? ESPN hasn't done that in more than two decades?

Grrrr.

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