Dear Brett Favre,

Please stay retired. I say this, in the interest of full-disclosure, as a Chicago Bears fan and even though, as quarterback of the Packers, you routinely dominated my team for a period of time in the late 1990s through the mid-2000s. Nonetheless, I still respected your well-documented and oft-photographed heart, grit, stubble, rocket-arm, devil-may-care-attitude, et cetera. These are the same qualities that made you a natural fit as a pitchman for the Wrangler jeans companya role in which you've excelled if the ads with the dog and the pickup truck are to be believed. And some of those qualitiesespecially the heart and gritbrought out the great competitor in you, which is why you un-retired and played a season with the New York Jets.

But here's the thing: You need to not sign with the Minnesota Vikings for one reason, and that one reason is named Sage Rosenfels. Do you know Rosenfels personally? Probably not. He held a clipboard for a long time with the expansion Houston Texans (who will, for a number of years, at least in my heart, still be referred to as "expansion") before something of a "breakout" campaign last year. (Breakout for Sage Rosenfels, though, not Brett-Favre-breakout.) That campaign landed him a shot at starting with the Minnesota Vikings, who were so desperate last year that they started Gus Frerotte and Tarvaris Jackson at quarterback, with mostly dreadful results.

I happen to know for a fact that signing with the Vikings would really hurt the feelings of one Sage Rosenfels, whose name makes him sound like he should be reviewing art films in The New Yorker instead of throwing the post-corner to Percy Harvin. (Ex: The film was, according to Rosenfels, "an intellectual tour de force ") He can't help but be self-conscious about this when faced with a name like "Brett Favre"a name that sounds like a sledgehammer to the midsection, and sends shudders up the spine of many a NFC North defensive coordinator. Isn't it about time for a kinder, gentler NFC North quarterback? A Sage, perhaps?

You've had your day in the sun, Brett, and there are only so many chances to walk off into the sunset before even slow-to-anger Midwesterners have had enough. I fear that you've used up all of those chances. Nobody remembers Unitas with the Chargers, or Namath with the Rams. And you've now held no less than three teams hostage (Packers, Jets, and now the Vikings) with your waffling antics. You're the Hans Gruber of entitled, legendary NFL quarterbacks.

Consider the following, from Ecclesiastes 3:5-6, in which the author explains that there is "a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up." Nothing about "a time to retire," but I say, perhaps this is the time to give up the search.

But if you really, really insist on coming back, I hear the AFC West is really nice.

Best,

Ted Kluck