Green Bay winning the Super Bowl is beneficial to me for one reason: no more Brett Favre.
No more crying, no more farm-side interviews and no more summers spent debating his return.
Just simply no more Favre.
I’m sure getting carried off on a stretcher in the fetal position is how every star athlete wants to be remembered.
Or maybe it’s for turning against a franchise.
Or maybe, just maybe, it’s for sending pictures of your married penis to young women, leaving creepy voicemails along the way.
Those are all excellent options.
I don’t know if he wore his Wranglers too tight, but the thought process behind his exit from football was full of flaws and terribly executed.
Regardless, we can now move on.
Sports coverage can go back to covering real events, like the Arena Football League, and finally get me to watch SportsCenter again.
This summer might actually come with some relief.
I guess a big thanks is due to Aaron Rodgers and the Green Bay execs who cut ties with Favre. And also to the fans that helped demolish his career and embarrass till the very end.
Thank you so very much.
Now will this damn commencement music start playing already?
Reach the reporter at nathan.meacham@asu.edu
