At last, at long last, the NFL has rid itslef of the bane of my existence: Brett favre has retired! 
A brief history: I'm a die-hard 49ers fan, and Mr. Favre was the tool of destruction to many of our Super Bowl aspirations throughout the '90s. I can't count the number of times when we met up in the play-offs and he'd take a winnable game out of our hands with one of his hundreds of miraculous, 60-yard passes dead into the hands of a receiver in the final seconds of the game. 
I won't doubt his skill or his dedication to the game, great QB, great track record, but I'll also admit the great pleasure I take at knowing that his last act as a NFL QB was to throw an interception costing the Packers the game against the Giants in the play-offs dousing the Packer's OWN Super Bowl hopes and dreams! Way to go, Favre; how's it feel? 
I know, I know, if history is any indication (George Foreman, Michael Jordan, Mike Tyson, etc.) ancient sports icons don't stay gone for long; Favre's likely to come back next season and slew more afterwards; he'll probably die of old age on the field and this whole thing is probably just to stir up some hype to see if the millions of adoring Favre fans still love him and want him back... but right now, nothing is sweeter than Packers' tears to liven up my morning coffee! 