The New York Jets made themselves relevant in the football world last night by acquiring quarterback Brett Favre. The move sends a 4th round draft pick to the Green Bay Packers. With escalators, it could easily become a 2nd rounder. If the earth opens and heaven falls to the ground (Favre takes 80% of snaps + Jets make the Super Bowl), it becomes a first round pick.
First, I'd like to let everyone know that Diddy is going to be okay. He drank himself into a stupor last night upon hearing the news (What's that - he was already in a stupor? Well he'll go for the hight score when he hears this...).
Beyond that, the Jets have now vastly improved their three yards and a cloud of dust passing game for something with a little more weight to it. Gang Green's receiving corps, led by Laveranues Coles, Jerricho Cotchery and David Clowney (Seriously?), was awaken this morning and told to just start running wind sprints. Precise route running drills will no longer be emphasized. Instead, the wide outs will be working on their ability to chase chickens - which will then be fed to D'Brickashaw Ferguson in hopes he won't make weight and the Jets will be able to cuz him at no extra cost to themselves.
The current Jets QBs were not quite as excited with the news of Favre's impending arrival. Though Kellen Clemens noted that if he turns into an errant pass throwing, sandlot style quarterback, he'll have good reason - other than Fuck Chad Pennington.
All of this will be rendered moot when Favre suffers what I'm sure will be a catastrophic injury, further perpetuating the Madden Cover Boy Myth. I can only imagine John Madden's last moments, were that to happen. I think it would end similar to Colonel Markinson in A Few Good Men - including the haircut and glasses, but with a Brett Favre SB XXXI jersey instead of a military uniform.
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