Oh, Brett, you silly guy.....

[buddha]

OK, so here's another reason that Brett Favre might want to consider staying retired this time. A website called Deadspin has published a story about the Gunslinger sharing some REALLY personal info with a young lady named Jenn Sterger who is employed by the New York Jets as what is called an "in-house sideline reporter". I'm not quite sure what that means.

Anyway, she apparently has photos texted to her by the Gunslinger of a particularly sensitive and private part of his anatomy and in one of the photos he "allegedly" is wearing a pair of Crocs. I don't know why the point about his footwear is germaine to the reporting of the story but apparently it is.

Now, to me, the big issue here is not that he was attracted to this young lady. I saw her pic on Deadspin and I can totally understand that part. Describing her as hot is like describing the Sears Tower as big. In my confusion, though, I am asking why a guy who has achieved his level of notoriety would contribute evidence of this sort to something that, MAN YOU GOTTA KNOW THIS, is going to come back and nibble on your posterior in a way that may not be considered pleasureable.

But I guess this comes around to the Michael Vick, Kobe Bryant type phenomenon that I have been seeing lately in the world of high powered celebrities. On a level that most of us common folk would understand it seems like you have a neighbor that you really hate because he lets his dog bark all night. So one night you take an axe and chop the dog into fish chum and then stuff all the little pieces under the dashboard of the neighbor's Bentley which you then set on fire. Only you film the whole thing and post it on You Tube and you make sure that you get plenty of face time in the film, especially at the point where you torch the car. And later, as you languish in your prison cell on the business end of a 3 to 5 for property damage WAY over a thousand dollars you can't help but ponder what you might have been thinking at the time.

Do any of these guys ever consider this? I'm having my doubts.

[Mikekoz13]

They're famous and they're rich... but geniuses they are not.

[buddha]

This whole Jenn Sterger thing is starting to come out on MSN/Fox Sports now. Jay Glazer wrote a piece in which he states that Favre will, indeed, be back. But in the comments thread under the article a number of people make reference to "The Sterger Communication" although Glazer does not.

[Noodles]

HANG ONTO YOUR EARDRUMS, "MINNIE SODA"- IT'S GONNA' GET LOUD!!!!                 

Yesterday on the radio, I heard Saints QB Drew Brees give details (for the game against Minnesota on Sept 9) - about an event that is gonna' ROCK THE N'AWLINS SUPERDOME immediately after the opening coin toss!

Don't want to spoil the fun here - all I can tell you is that it's GONNA' GET LOUD!!

It's gonna' be a GREAT Game!!

That, we ALL can AGREE on, no matter who you're pulling for!!

Brett --->

- Cap'n Noodles -

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[kenny57028]

Oh, Favre.  Anyways noodles about the game, I think we can all agree that the vikings are gonna win the game... and probably the superbowl to. 

[D.A.L.U.I.]

Some really funny trash talking going on in the Big Easy, a sample, "Brett Favre is the only NFL player who wears a Depends jockstrap."

[Noodles]

Some really funny trash talking going on in the Big Easy, a sample, "Brett Favre is the only NFL player who wears a Depends jockstrap."

                                         

- Cap'n Noodles -

[D.A.L.U.I.]

The whole trash talking New Awrlins' attitude is in this letter printed on the front page of the local fishwrap, the Times-Picayune:

Dear New Orleans Saints fans: Cheer like champions
Published: Tuesday, September 07, 2010, 4:55 AM     Updated: Tuesday, September 07, 2010, 3:42 PM
Thursday, everything changes. The Superdome lights dim. A banner drops. The Who Dat nation is transformed.
From pitiful to powerful. Long-suffering to non-suffering. Wannabes to wildebeests.
Last to first.
But don't kid yourself, New Orleans Saints fans. This won't be easy. We've been lovable losers for a long time. After 43 years below sea level -- literally and figuratively -- it can be dizzying to suddenly find yourself cheering from such lofty heights. Seventy-thousand people fainting will not create the hostile environment Coach Sean Payton is counting on when the Minnesota Vikings come to town for Thursday's nationally televised, prime-time kickoff to the 2010 National Football League season.
So it's important to get your mind right. The Aints ain't dere no more. We are now officially fans of the (ahem) Defending Super Bowl Champions. And we must prepare ourselves accordingly.
Herewith, five tips to ease your transition to the new Who Dat normal.
1. Don't change your underwear.
Or your socks, your shoes, your shirt, or anything else you wore on Feb. 7, 2010. Whatever game-day routine you followed for the playoffs and Super Bowl, follow it again. Same pre-game meal. Same parking spot. Same seat on the sofa. Same spouse -- if you were divorced during the off-season, I'm sorry, you have 48 hours to reconcile.
And for the last time, if you chew gum, it's Juicy Fruit, not bleepin' Spearmint!
2. Parade after the season, not before.
With all due respect to the NFL ... a victory parade for a team that is 0-0? Really? Isn't that like going on your honeymoon before the first date?
Nice gesture, but the reality is that on game day, True Dats only want to be one of three places: in front of a TV; inside the Dome; or outside the Dome, wishing they were inside.
Same goes for the pre-game concert in Jackson Square. Nothing against Taylor Swift and the Dave Matthews Band. It's just that these sorts of slickly produced, made-for-TV concerts, with their carefully rehearsed audiences and crowd control wristbands, lack some essential New Orleans mojo.
We're not a follow-the-script kind of town. We're an onside-kick-to-start-the-second-half-of-the-Super-Bowl kind of town. Do something crazy and unexpected and let a little magic happen. No wristbands required.
Better idea: TiVo the festivities and join the impromptu parade up and down Poydras Street, where you'll probably find some old guy with a trumpet playing "When the Saints Go Marching In" while strangers in Saints jerseys dance like lovers on the sidewalk. It's hard to imagine Taylor Swift's new single topping that.
3. Be nice to Paw-Paw (not).
Trust me, my smack-talking brethren, I know how tempting it is to make wisecracks about how Brett Favre is the only NFL player who wears a Depends jockstrap, how the federal government agreed to refund his entire 2010 salary to the Vikings as part of the Cash for Clunkers program, how he wears a tiara in the locker room so his head coach remembers to genuflect, etc.
But that's not Super Bowl Champion talk. That's Sore Loser talk. That's almost as bad as, "No fair! You hit our quarterback too hard!" Or, "Wait a minute! Our quarterback didn't get to play in overtime, you need to change the rules!"
We're better than that. Brett Favre has never done anything to deserve an ungracious welcome from New Orleans Saints fans. He's a warrior (diva), and a Hall of Famer (in the Drama Queen Hall of Fame). We should greet him with all the respect he deserves (boo him till your lungs melt).
And as soon as the referees start treating him like a Faberge egg, making "blow to the ankle" a 15-yard penalty, flagging every defender who so much as breathes hard on his Pennzoil-injected joints, and otherwise indulging seven months of the Viqueens' whiny-baby roughing-the-geezer complaints, let him really hear it.
4. Ignore the cliches.
You know what I'm talking about -- the talking points that coaches and players trot out after a big win to help them keep it real. These directives do NOT apply to us.
Cliche No. 1: "Forget about last season."
Why? So we can remember the Russell Erxleben era?
The memory of last season is the cure for a 40-year case of football fatalism. "Here we go again" is now, "Hey, no problem." "Wait till next year" is now, "Wait till the next play." "I can't bear to look" is now, "Cool. We got this."
Bagheads are then. Super Bowl rings are now.
Never forget.
Cliche No. 2: "Act like you've been there before."
This is how coaches keep exuberant players from getting carried away, but it doesn't apply to New Orleanians. There's no excessive celebration penalty for cities; if there were, they'd have shut this place down centuries ago.
Les bons temps rouler is in our DNA. We're genetically incapable of acting like we've been there before. If we approached these moments with more restraint, more circumspection, more maturity, we'd be ... Minnesotans.
So, if some killjoy starts blabbing about how "even if we win another Super Bowl it'll never be as special as the last one," just tell him this:
True love always feels like the first time.
And then invite him to see for himself on Sunday, Feb. 6, 2011, at Cowboys Stadium in Dallas, site of Super Bowl XLV.
5. Blow the lid off the joint.
Just like we always do. Because some things should never change.
Two Dat, baby.
Black & goldly yours,
Mark Lorando, Who Dat