Do you care about Brett Favre? Do you really give a bleep where he’s going, what he’s doing, when he’ll arrive at the Packers’ camp, what plane he’ll arrive on, and when he’ll be leaving? 

Do you really care? 

I’ve grown a little sick of the "Brett Favre Watch," instigated mostly by the folks at ESPN, who should have better things to do. But hey, they are the Worldwide Leader of Hype, and they have plenty of time to fill, don’t they? 

It’s come to a point where I see Favre everywhere. It’s become an illness: Favre disease. For example this morning, during my routine bathroom pitstop, there was Brett Favre’s reflection in the toilet bowl. It was one of the few times in my life that I didn’t misfire. I looked in the mirror, and there too was a reflection of Favre. While I showered, hundreds of soap bubbles floated by, with you guessed it, Favre’s face on them. 

During my morning channel hop to catch up on current news, Favre was everywhere: Getting off a plane, waving to adoring (Stepford) Packer fans; sunning himself on a beach in the French Riviera; shaking hands with President Bush; throwing passes to Schreech on Saved By The Bell; and a clip of Favre walking on the moon.

I found out this morning, that after all these years, it wasn’t President Jimmy Carter that brokered the Camp David Peace Accord

Driving to New York, there was Favre again (for real this time) on a roadside billboard. 

It was enough for me to grab my head and think We can’t escape this guy. 

Next thing you’ll know, Favre will be credited in an ESPN exclusive for curing cancer, parting the Red Sea, and then a few people will swear they saw Favre flying. 

Unbelievable!!!!! 

An NFL Game Should Be Something For Everyone

I may be one of the few who actually backs the NFL’s fan code of conduct policy they’ve instituted this season. Oakland Raider fans are notorious for their combustible behavior during games, not only aiming their invective to opposing teams, but fans wearing opposing colors. 

But did you ever walk in or around of Lincoln Financial Field prior to an Eagles’ game wearing opposing colors? It’s like you’ve entered a warzone. I recall, a few years back, a friend of mind was wearing a blue windbreaker walking through the concourse at Lincoln Financial Field prior to a game. The jacket had no team affiliation on it, no obnoxious helmet stamped on the back. It just happened to be blue. And the Eagles just happened to be playing the Giants that day. Nothing New York-related on my pal at all. 

Yet people threw trash at the poor guy. He heard all kinds of outlandish things. And he was there with his six-year-old son, who was supposed to be enjoying his first Eagles’ game. My pal vowed never to go back. Ever!! 

Now I’ll say this, most Eagles’ fans are decent. A few verbal barbs, an innocuous jab here or there is okay. I’m fine with that. But there is an element out there, who back the Eagles, the Giants, the Jets, the Redskins, the Raiders, all NFL teams, whose main goal is to get drunk, act stupid and be the most boorish, insipid person on the planet. Damn everyone else around them. 

You know the kind. I know the kind. 

Attending an NFL game shouldn’t come with fine print on the ticket that reads: "You know the deal when you watch an NFL game, enter this stadium at your own risk." 

For once, the NFL, in my opinion, is doing something right. I don’t need to hear filthy language and have soda thrown down my back because the guy in front of me is wearing a Dallas Cowboys’ jersey.

Joseph Santoliquito is an Emmy Award-nominated writer based in the Philadelphia area who can be contacted at Jsantoliquito@yahoo.com.