Not to say I told you so, but.....if anyone still has a copy of the
March Breet update, please feel free to forward it. The Pix was hoping
to take the summer off, but Breet being Breet, he had to interject
himself into the headlines due to the fact that there was nothing else
going on in the world. Midwest floods? $150 per barrel oil?
Presidential election? Credit crisis and plunging stock market?
Beijing Olympics? All irrelevant. Breet is Breet and he is more
important than anything. Just ask him.

One might assume the Pix is tired of Breet's act. Au Contraire. Would
a dog be tired of his favorite hydrant? Is Bill Gates tired of his
favorite ATM? Is John Stewart tired of W? Of course not. Breet and
the Pix share a special and timeless relationship. He is a hypocritical
donkey and the Pix is here to break it down.

Let's examine a few nuggets from the (two night!) interview this week
with Greta Van face lift/eye job. Breet bemoans the fact that he begged
the Packers to sign Randy Moss two years ago and they let him down. Boo
Hoo. It's bad enough to imply that your own receiving corps was sub
par. It's bad enough to EVER roll your teammates under the bus. In
this case it is also totally freaking delusional. In 2008 (when he was
SI sportsman of the year), his receivers were responsible for 51% of
Breet's total passing yards (with yards after catch). 2nd in the
league! So Donald Driver and Greg Jennings (not to mention one of the
most productive ground games in the NFL) carry Breet on their backs and
he goes on national television complaining that management didn't
surround him with enough talent. That would be like Seinfeld not
winning an Emmy and blaming it on the fact that Elaine, George and
Kramer weren't funny enough. And that oh by the way Larry David can't
write.

If Packer fans aren't the best fans in the NFL, they are at least in the
top three. This Prima Donna in no way deserves the loyalty of these
good people. Whether or not he was a great vs. good quarterback during
his career isn't debatable. He was great for the first 8 or so years
and mediocre after that. That's it. That's the deal. Does his
personality allow his legend to be exaggerated? Sure, a little. He
seemed like a nice guy. And he was a character. But watching the media
slurp and fall over themselves to worship at the altar of Breet has been
one of the most bizarre media fairy tales the Pix has ever witnessed.
Let's use television one more time to help us put things in perspective,
shall we? To say that Breet was even the best quarterback in Packer
history would be to say that "Laverne and Shirley" was the best show in
history based in Milwaukee. It wasn't, "Happy Days" was. Bart Starr is
"Happy Days". Look it up. Starr, 5 championships and a 9-1 lifetime
playoff record with the highest completion percentage in playoff
history. And he didn't get to feast on wild card teams. Breet, you are
Laverne. You are Shirley. Take Lenny and Squiggy and beat it back to
Kiln, Miss.

On second thought, welcome back. I missed my hydrant.


Until September (Seriously this time. No, seriously I'm not coming
back),

The Pix