Yep. I called this. Brett’s age is coming back to remind him as to why he fake retired in March. After 5 days of practice, his arm is “fatigued.” If you are surprised by this, shame on you. We all saw this from a mile away. For all the true blue (sorry…I know the Giants wear blue…wasn’t trying to be mean) Jets fans out there, I sure hope you have kept your superbowl dreams in check. I LOVE Brett Farve, but I was waiting for his senior status to start shining through.

Last week, he was all hype and excited because he was going to keep playing football. He hadn’t been working out with a team, or studying or anything. And now that the ink has dried, he’s singing the same tune he sang before last season ended. Here are two things that he said that ticked me off a little.

“I hate to study.”

You better get over this quick, fast, and in a hurry. You’re with a new team, buddy. Studying is what you need to do more than anything. Don’t go in there screwing up.

“I’m surprised that…I’ve been able to make it through practice”

Are you friggin kidding me? Surprised? Give me a break. You carped and moaned about coming back. Now you’re back with a team that doesn’t lick your balls footballs and now you’re crying about hating practice. Not as great as you envisioned it huh?

Do check out this article and video. Brett does nothing but make excuses about how he “can’t promise superbowls” or anything fancy, but he can promise his effort. Take your effort somewhere else dude. We want instantaneous change here in NY!

You know, its becoming clear that Brett is a pretty boy. Not pretty boy in the sense that he gets his nails done and eyebrows waxed; pretty boy in the sense that he thinks its about him. He retires, and then gets all anxious and decides, “Syke. Just kidding. Ok, let me back in now,” expecting the Packers to welcome him back with open arms and salary caps after months of planning for a season without him. While I don’t agree with how it all went down, let’s be real here.

Then he creates all this hype, directly and not, and comes to a new team that has been in desperate need of some saving grace. And after a week back he’s like, “Uh Coach, can I like, not, uh, throw for the whole length of practice? My arm is 38 years old. Plus I don’t really like practice anyway. I just want to play in the real games.” You wanted to be starter again, and dammit you better practice like one. The red carpet treatment doesn’t fly in the Big Apple.

You know, I don’t want you to think I don’t love the guy. But I’ll be gosh darned if he comes to my home state, signs to the green jerseyed stepchild team, get their hopes all up, and then lets them down. Wait until he sees his face on the cover of the Post or something…maybe then he’ll learn.

Brett, my advice to you: go get a Gatorade, a protein bar, and a masseuse for that old arm. I cut no slack around here.