The Winter of our Discontent
I’ll admit – I was on the “Go 4 It” bandwagon. I pre-ordered a Favre jersey. But now the pain must stop. Even the worst sportswriter in the world (in one of the worst sentences ever constructed) shows he understands this:
As the [Woody Johnson] World Turns, and stomachs of the Jets New York Jets ‘ long-suffering fans turn along with it as they brace for the arrival of a new coach and possible return of an old quarterback, the prospects for a Happy New Year hinge too heavily on the fragile 39-year-old hinge that belongs to Brett Favre.
Somewhere in that twisted, smoking mass of words is the right idea – it’s time for Brett to head back Mississippi. Or wherever he came from.
We know Bill Cowher won’t come as long as Favre remains. So fire Brett, and fire that nimrod GM, Tannenbaum, who pushed to bring Favre to New York in the first place. This would give Cowher the control he wants. Or get Mike Shanahan – he’s what – 138-86 over 14 years as Broncos head coach?
And yes I’m grouchy – there’s no hot water in my building this morning.