The season is over, and we've chosen the mangina formerly known as Mangenius for this year's scapegoat. R.I.P. dear penguin, as you join the likes of Carol, Kotite and Herm in the great green hall of shame.
So now what??? While Brett awaits the results of his MRI, I and my fellow New York massochists are supposed to sit with baited breath until he throws the retirement flag? Maybe I'm in denial but I feel like the Jet Favre story can't end so anticlimatically. After a summer of foreplay we popped a little blue pill into an aging quarterback and thrust our way into the season... until he just went soft. Sorry Brettsy, you're coming back for another round. You owe it to us.
All I can say is thank heavens Fox network had the sense to play the great slapstick comedy "The Eagles vs The Cowboys" as a distraction. Kudos to you, Tony Romo, for your phenomenal comedic timing. How you managed to drop the ball so many times without ever dropping the smug "I just don't know any better" expression from your face I really don't know. Maybe it was practice for when you find out you've knocked up Jessica Simpson six months after you've upgraded to the hotter Brazilian model. Someone should smack some sense into you... much like Jeffrey Lurie's wife:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1552aPmhlw
Good grief...
