It’s okay for a grown man to cry, if he has to play for the Jets.

Our great national nightmare is finally over! Brett Favre has been traded to the New York Jets.

Of course, this means at least one year of Favre being booed relentlessly by hostile, fickle New York fans, forcing him to read coverages through a watery veil of tears, heaving interception after interception with a heavy heart, knowing all of this could have been avoided if he had just been a man two (or is it three?) years ago and stuck to his guns, retiring gracefully from the game of professional football.

But no, he had to be about as decisive as a eight year old girl at a Baskin Robbins, vacillating back and forth, crying through press conference after press conference and finally pouting like that same little girl when he decided, on the car ride back home from the Baskin Robbins, that he did want a waffle cone after all.

I’m not sure that everyone has thought about the interesting predicament that the Packers were in. If they didn’t trade him just because he was getting really, really annoying, they probably did it because their new starter, Aaron Rodgers, whom they have spent three years grooming, has his contract up at the end of this year. After having to put up with Favre coming back after hinting at retiring, coming back after almost retiring and then finally coming back after actually retiring, do you seriously think he’s going to put up with any more of the Packers? It’s like the poor guy has had to stand there and watch the Green Bay Packers lick Favre’s balls for the past two years of his life. Had they made him to do it for another full year, you can’t imagine he’d want to stay. You can only watch so much of that shit before you just lose it, snap, and go on some sort of cheese-killing rampage.

Me, I stopped caring about whether or not Favre retired or came back years ago. Sure, I enjoy watching a grown man have so much fun playing a game. You could even say I envy him. Not because he’s one of the best to ever play the game, but because he’s doing something he loves. Not all of us get that chance. If you can’t find that kind of happiness in your own career, you might as well enjoy someone else doing it every Sunday in the fall.

But now, well, now he’s just being selfish. And what happens when you’re selfish? You get traded to the Jets. For some of us, being fired from our job is their being traded to the Jets. For others being slapped by your girlfriend for saying something way out of line is their being traded to the Jets. For Brett Favre, being an indecisive ninny, screwing over your teams future for one last selfish shot at glory is his being traded to the Jets.

Enjoy the blustery Meadowlands, Brett, you’ve earned it.