damn

Last night I was telling evil cat over beer and sliders at the Jolly Roger that I had a feeling Brett Favre would call it a career. Then, what do I see when I open up the internets this morning?

Favre's hangin' up the cleats. Must have been a disturbance in the Force, or something.

I can't really add any more than I already wrote here. I've had a hell of a good time watching him play all these years. It might sound stupid (and I'll be roundly mocked by the anatomist for writing this), but it feels remarkably like a good friend packed up and moved away over night. And I know that feeling well, believe me.

I guess all I can really add is . . . damn.