Ah Britt Far, how I despise you. I give you and your team credit because you won your game last night. You played a near flawless game, and for that should be congratulated. Your defense (despite giving up 23 points) was ridiculous and made the packers look slow and old. Let's be serious, the Packers offensive lineman go down quicker than Mackenzie Phillips on take your daughter to work day. However, that's the only amount of credit I will give you.
Britt, you are a doucheclown. Everyone says you love the game and that's why you play. False. If you loved the game, you wouldn't of held out of training camp like a baby. You would have taken off your skirt, found your testicles and done what a man does, go to work. Instead, you skipped all the off-season stuff because you didn't want to tire yourself out. And I can understand, because all those sessions of hot butt sex with ESPN's announcers really tuckers a guy out. So you skipped everything in the off season so you wouldn't have to put in the actual work. AND THEN you have the audacity to claim you're not on the same page yet with your receivers. You know how you get on the same page. By showing up to work on time and by practicing.
"He's just a guy playing the game," was said 8,000 times on the broadcast last night. I counted. And if I'm not mistaken, they are all just guys playing games. So the Favre love has to stop. The man is mortal, and for that matter old and rundown. Sure he had a great game, but lets take a look at who the Viqueens have beaten. Cleveland, Detroit, San Francisco, and Green Bay. So you have beaten two teams that may be in the playoff hunt, one of which was pulled so far out of Britt's ass he found one of Richard Gere's gerbils, and two that are considered Arena League teams. Play somebody that matters. They have a stretch against Baltimore, and then at Pittsburgh, and at Green Bay. Can you say 0-3 during those games.
And finally, I am sick of the everyman label put on Favre. "He's having fun out there," the teat sucklers will say. Well of course he is. He is making 12 million bucks to throw the ball 20 times a game and hand off to the league's best player. Hell, I would bathe in lighter fluid while smoking a cigar for $12 million. So let's stop with the nonsense.
I love the fact that I hated Britt well before everyone else. Sure, it's because I was jealous, but also the hint of doucheiness that was around when he walked in a room. Had his own locker room, never really was a friend or befriended by any of his teammates. Always looking out for #1. So yeah I guess that means he is an everyman. As long as everyman is an arrogant prick.
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