“Must (Not) See TV” by Norm Brooks
“Would you stop asking me about my rugged good looks, Joe!?”
A regular evening for me includes gathering some bottles and cans for cash, wandering the streets looking to steal someone’s WiFi, and finding an empty cot at the homeless shelter. And every now and then, my routine is capped off when a fellow panhandler reeking of booze and feces crawls in my bed to join me.
But as bad as the combo of booze and feces is, it’s nothing compared to the teaming of Joe Buck and Brett Favre. Wasn’t the Favre fiasco supposed to end last week, with the Vikings deadline? I’ve had bacterial infections that were easier to get rid of than this guy. And what’s even harder to ascertain is what super-journalist Joe Buck can add to the equation. Unless the purpose of the show is for Joe and Brett to maim themselves with a rusty screwdriver in front of a national audience, this figures to be as interesting as that new John Krasinski movie.
So I write this to implore my fellow fantasy football brethren to join me in protest against Favre, the fantasy cock-tease. Is he a third round draft pick, or will he be watching from his couch with his inbred cousin? It’s time to take a stand, and in a collective voice exclaim to the football hierarchy that we will no longer sit idly as the situation festers. Ban Brett from your league now, and no matter what he decides, keep him off your fantasy field this fall.
Category: Baseball