REVOKING MY FAVRE FANDOM.

Months ago, when Brett Favre finally retired I came out as a fan. Despite being an avid Lions fan (thus programmed to hate Green Bay and Chicago), I couldn't help but admire the passion and grit with which Favre played.

But the recent coming out of retirement circus has been an abomination. The Packers, Favre and the media are all to blame. Mostly the media, in my opinion. In what must have been one of the slowest sporting news months in recent memory, the Favre story was on for about 1/4 of every sporting news show. SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT BRETT FAVRE! Speculation on top of speculation. Interviews with people who have nothing to do with Favre, the Packers or his situation. I mean, they asked Tiger Woods about it. You seriously don't have any better questions for arguably the most dominant athlete (within his sport) in the world? That journalist should be fired and Tiger should refuse to answer any more questions about over-the-hill athletes from other sports possibly coming out of retirement.

Favre has to take some responsibility for this. I mean, make up your mind. I understand the desire to play again once the season gets close, but think about your legacy. This has certainly tainted it. You were a legend--no, a God--in Green Bay. You played there your entire career. You could probably feed a whole nursery full of babies to a pit bull, then torture that pit bull and feed it to your infant daughter and nuns in Green Bay would STILL give you a blowjob on the street. But now you're going to play for the Jets? Ugh. Brett, Brett, Brett. You're ruined everything.

Now we just have to wait for the end of season "will Brett retire" talk to begin. It'll probably start tomorrow and last all season.

PLAYOFFS? PRACTICE. PLAYOFFS?

Every time I think I forgot about these, something reminds me. This Allen Iverson press conference rant is one of the the all time greatest:



And the Jim Mora playoff rant isn't bad either:



I may have done this post before. If so, that's because it's awesome.

MELEE IN MIAMI.

"It's war, they're out there to kill you, so I'm out there to kill them. We don't care about anybody but this U. They're going after my legs. I'm going to come right back at them. I'm a fucking soldier."
-Kellen Winslow, former University of Miami Tight End

Well, if you were watching college sports at all this weekend, you probably know that Miami players apparently thought they were in an actual war. The game, between University of Miami-FL and Florida International, wasn't even much of a contest. But for whatever reason, the players got heated and suddenly after an extra point all hell broke loose. Players were punching, tackling, body slamming and then things got really wild. Numerous players were seen stomping on opponents who had been pushed to the ground. Stomping! That's madness!



But the winner of craziest-ass thing was the Miami player who removed his helmet and swung it like a battle axe, cracking another player on the head (luckily the recipient of the blow was still wearing a helmet). First, that's crazy. Second, by taking off your helmet you're leaving your stupid-ass head unprotected against kicks and punches from other players. The safest thing about a football fight is the protection that helmets provides! Leave yours on!

Even more amusing to me was the reaction of analysts to the fight during other games. They called it "deplorable" and "a blemish on the face of college football." Which is, of course, what they should say. The problem is that America loves fights. And you know that when the cameras weren't rolling, those same analysts were standing on their chairs and shouting with excitement as the fight broke out, just like the rest of us.

Bottom line, University of Miami players have virtually no discipline and fights are great to watch.

Fight! Fight! Fight!