Well, we always knew they were a strange breed, anyway.

Let me preface this by saying that Brett Favre’s legacy is not lost on me.  He has broken some of the NFL’s most prestigious records of all time and is one of the greatest football players ever to play the game; those facts are indisputable.

But when does the madness stop?  When do the sobbing tirades of last goodbyes and emotional outcries for a new hero come to an end?  Come on, people.  He already retired once!

And speaking of that, when will ESPN and every single citizen of Green Bay (and Wisconsin, for that matter) cease this outrageously naïve speculation that he is magically going to come out of retirement?  I’ve got news for you.  Even if he did, his chance is over.  We have officially withdrawn the welcome mat, Wisconsin.  Favre is only a name in the record books from here on out.

More after the jump.

I can’t tell you the number of people I have run into in the past week who have their own personal sob story about Favre, not to mention the number of fans who claim they have (get this) looked like him (????) at some point during their youth!!!  Come on!  So the only things left in Wisconsin are cheese and Miller Lite.  What are they going to do next, issue a proclamation that he is a son of God? 

Oh wait … I’ve already seen that too!

The end game of all the green and gold bleeding is that society will surely fall imminently if people persist in believing that life cannot go on without a hero, without a childhood icon, without a football player.  Seeking eternally for that kind of hero will only end in lost hopes, pipe dreams of something that will never again exist.  Sports fans should be celebrating a legacy, not mourning one. 

It’s a disgrace that even Favre has played this saga out like a funeral dirge … “I know what it’s like to die”.  Well, maybe so, Brett, but the rest of us have moved on.