Brett Favre's Wife's Viewpoint.

Brett: Ah, I am so relieved to put away the ol' helmet and pads. I am SO ready to be done honey!

Ms. Favre: You know...I really want to believe you. Really, I do. But--

Brett: Babe, come on. That was the past. Please, just believe me now. The shoulder is done, my legs are mush, I am hanging it up. I'm serious this time.

Ms. Favre: Well you know, as much fun as packing up our home, children and overall life from Green Bay, Wisconsin to New York City was, I'd like to stay put this summer, and possibly for longer than one NFL season.

Brett: Oh...you're telling ME! Football is the LAST thing I even want to think about right now. I mean, I am SOO done!

Ms. Favre: Well good, that whole changing your mind, reporting to the media, changing your mind, and reporting to the media again thing was getting really old.

Brett: Yeah. I told Ed Werder I was "unequivcolly," done playing football. Looking back on it, I don't even know what unequivocal means. But boy do I miss tossin' around the ol' pigskin.

Ms. Favre: Are you serious?

Brett: Babe, just because I love the game, doesn't mean I can't walk away from it. One thing you can always count on with me is that I will always be honest and up front. You know that, babe.

Ms. Favre: No. Really, I don't. I don't know that at all.

Brett Jr.: Daddy, can you make up your mind so I don't have to move again? I hate losing friends. Kids at school are taunting me calling me a "flip-flopper," and they tell me I'm too old to be a quarterback in gym class. I'm 8!

Brett: Son, let me tell you. We are not going ANYWHERE, and next time those punk kids tell you you can't play for them, go and play for another school in the division. Especially if that school has Adrian Peterson. That kid's unreal. God I would kill to play with him. It would help if the school had a strong defense and a familiar offensive playbook. Also, a dome would be ideal. Purple and Yellow team colors only. But this is nothing suggestive. At all.

Ms. Favre: Oh god. Here we go again.

Brett Jr.: But the thing is...there's this other younger boy. His name is Aaron, and he's really good. I keep trying to compete with him, and keep up with my younger days, but I think he's just better than me! It's terrible daddy!

Brett: Oh, I know son, I know. All you need to do is change your mind 17 times. Trust me, you don't want to do training camp, because lets face it...training camp is dumb. Then you should have a minor tear in your rotator cuff, leak some information to a fox reporter, and fly to Minnesota in the morning. Hand off to Adrian, stick it to Aaron, change your mind, change it back, sign 25 million dollar deal for 2 years, and repeat.

(Silence.)

Brett: Everyone will love you.

Ms. Favre: 2 years? That's awfully permanent, don't ya think?

Brett Jr.: Wow. That actually sounds like a horrible idea. I don't like Minnesota. I like going to school HERE. And Aaron is just better than me. I can deal with that. Move on to other things, you know?

Ms. Favre: What a mature, well thought out response. Great point Brett Jr!

Brett: Yeah you guys are right! Screw this whole football thing. I had my time in the spotlight. I am totally and completely ready to hang up the ol' shoulder pads. Yep. My time here is through. Totally done. Not even wanting to play anymore. I'm not healthy enough. All good things must come to an end.

(Tears.)

Ms. Favre: I am glad you are finally coming to your senses, Brett. I honestly thought for a second you were thinking about coming back AGAIN. I don't think the family could handle that.

Brett Jr.: Thanks alot daddy! I am so glad you will be home all the time now! Maybe you could help me with my homework!? Coach my little league team!?

Brett Jr.: Daddy?

Ms. Favre: Brett?

Brett: I am headin' to the High School to throw some passes to the high school kids. There may or may not be ESPN cameras there. Totally nothing football related at all. Community service. That's all it is. Then I am flying to Minneapolis in the morning. Nothing to do with the football team that plays there. I'm going to see Ryan Longwell. Great guy. Don't wait up for me! Seeya guys.

(Door shuts.)

Brett Jr.: Sage Rosenfels is pretty bad.

Ms. Favre: Mall of America, here we come!