You all came to this blog for different reasons, but you've all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. I'm asking you to look at a picture of Brett Favre. I know... I know....
But as sure as I know anything, I know this: We don't know how long we have left to mock this guy. His career could end at any time - maybe in another week, or maybe on our very field, swept clean. Will it be a year from now? Ten?
And if we don't mock him now, then we'll swing back to the belief that we can mock him... whenever. And I do not hold to that, so no more running. Take a good look at this picture of Brett Favre, because I aim to ask you to misbehave.*
But seriously, take a good look at this picture of Brett Favre. What in the world is going on? He just lost to the Saints, he's blazing out his terminator death stare - boxes of pizza firmly in hand, mind you - the honorable Sir Facepalm O'Palmface is trudging behind him, and the distinguished Lady Justfacepalmed is directly to his left. No, his left. That's right. No, I mean right like correct... that's actually left. Well, I mean, it is your right. But it's his... Oh, hell with this.
Make fun of Brett Favre and his bizarre post-loss-pizza-facepalm-possé-palooza. You might not get another chance! Frankly, I don't even know where to start. Use the comments to provide your captions, and rec' your favorites.
*I'm actually more of a Simon, to be perfectly honest.
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