If the DeadSpin article dropped this week holds any weight, which it appears too, everybodys favorite faggot that won't go away Brett Favre had hobbies other than sandbagging the second half of the season during his brief stay in New York
According to the article, Brett used to have a tendency to leave things on the busty ex-cowgirl and now pseudo-reporter Jenn Sterger's cellphone. Namely, sexually suggestive voicemails, and pictures of his cock that she wasn't asking for.
Boy, this one must really hurt John Madden. If anybody wants Brett Favre sending him pictures of his shlong without being asked, it's John. His love for the 75 year old quarterback has not, over the years, been what we would call subtle.
I don't really have much more to add other than this is another chapter in what a fraud Favre is as the lovable country bumpkin that can do no wrong and just loves the game. He is a douche bag on the field, and he is a douche bag off the field.
It appears the league is looking into this, which could, potentially, lead to some sort of suspension being filed under the broad "conduct detrimental to the league" headline. I hope so, because that'd be another check mark on the list of things Brett has done that fuck his team over due to what a selfish prick he is.
Brett Favre comes to Gillette Stadium on October 31st. Look, Patriots fans, I know I've questioned your heart before because I can hear crickets fucking at that stadium over the "noise" you make, but you really got to step up here or I'll never forgive you. Brett Favre, penis, cellphone. These are the items you must create a costume around.
Or if you're really lazy, think about the cheeseheads Packers fans wear, where Brett used to play forever. Maybe replace them with something?
Labels: brett fave sexting, brett favre penis, donggate, jenn sterger
I have nothing to contribute at this time other than the news itself, but Roy Halladay has in the past few minutes accomplished a playoff no-hitter in his first playoff appearance, the first since 1956 and.... well... that was the only other one in the modern era.
Roy Halladay is fucking ridiculous.
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The Patriots decided between late last night and this morning they would rather have a 2011 3rd round draft pick than a first ballot Hall of Fame receiver and one of the greatest deep threats to ever play the game.
But wait, it gets better.
Unless I'm missing something (which I may well be, this is my interpretation), were the Patriots to lose Randy Moss to another team in free agency this upcoming offseason, they'd recieve compensation. Compensation that would be in the form of.... a third round pick. Granted, it would be in 2012 instead of 2011, but that doesn't strike me as a particularly fucking exciting difference.
Now, I won't be so naive as to say the sole purpose for this being done is the Patriots feel a 3rd round draft pick helps them more than Randy Moss for 3/4 of a season, that isn't the case. It has been rumored (and has to be legitimate for this to make any sense whatsoever) that Randy has been a real pain in the ass in the locker room, bitching about not having catches while his team celebrated a 41-14 stunning victory against the Dolphins, and getting into arguments on the sideline. I get all that. This still sucks.
I'll close with my go-to move whenever I feel like depreciating a draft pick, referring to the 2006 and 2007 Patriot draft classes. Maroney, first round. Chad Jackson, second round. Garret Mills, 4th round. The list goes on and on, basically from those two drafts they got a safety and a kicker. My God.
Labels: patriots, randy moss, trade, vikings