So, Brett. It's come to this, has it? You horrible beast. You traitorous fiend. Benedict Favre, is thy name. No, he has not signed yet, but we all know it's only a matter of time before Favre ends up with the Queens.
I cannot wait until October 5th, when the Rodgers-led Packers machine destroys the Queens in the most ungodly way imaginable and afterwards Favre realizes what a horrible mistake he's made in coming back. Again. But moreso I cannot wait until November 1st, when Favre, shaken by the Queens' mediocre start and the waning of his own career, is introduced onto the field in the pregame. He is hence booed mercilessly and all the walls of his Sears Tower Ego come crashing down.
Oh yes, Brett. You will rue the day you put on the traitor colors. You know what putting on the uniform of the evil will make you, and yet you will do it. You truly are selling your soul to Satan.
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