So now, in the most predictable story of NFL training camp so far, Brett Favre has decided to come back -- again.
After weeks of speculation, Favre ended his second retirement on Tuesday. He boarded a plane from Hattiesburg, Mississippi, and landed in St. Paul, Minnesota, then was quickly transported to the Vikings training facility, underwent a physical and signed an undisclosed contract.
The Vikings have been courting the Hamlet of the NFL most of the summer. Favre had already suited up in his familiar No.4 jersey for the Vikes this afternoon.
Surely he'll start for Minnesota, which has just about everything but a decent starting QB and will definitely contend for the NFC playoffs.
The Panthers will get to see Favre again barring injury -- he's nearly always been good against them. Carolina will play Minnesota in a critical home game Dec.20 that you can bet will have some sort of playoff implications.
In the meantime, though, I think most of us can agree we're tired of the Favre act. I mean, in or out, Brett. C'mon.
I've long loved the way Favre played. I've praised him numerous times in print and once went so far to write that I don't own an NFL replica jersey, but if I did, it'd be Favre's No.4.
That was a long time ago, though. Favre has tarnished his legend with me to an extent just because of the way the last few years have unfolded.
I don't mind the guy playing until he's 40 (which he will be in October). I just don't like the "Will-he-or-won't-he?" soap opera that swirls around him every spring and summer. He's like one of those boxers who comes out of retirement 5-6 times.
Not that Favre's wishy-washy nature is a capital offense or anything, but I think I do know the right punishment for it. When Favre finally calls his next "retirement" press conference, whenever that may be, absolutely no one shows up.