BRETT FAVRE

I can think of any number of things that interest me far more than news reports about Brett Favre coming out of retirement to play for the Minnesota Vikings next season. Any episode of The Hills, for instance, Perez Hilton's Website or Miss California's stance on gay marriage, just to name a few.

To be blunt, Favre is fantastically overrated -- and has been for years. You won't hear that on ESPN -- which continues its dreadful decent to the ranks of the unwatchable -- or the NFL Network, which will hammer this non-story for ratings. Yes, he holds the NFL record for touchdowns. But remember he also holds the one for most interceptions, too.

He has, in fact, probably been the most error-prone starting quarterback in the league for close to a decade. Even before last season, when he was atrocious down the stretch for the Jets, causing them to miss the playoffs after an 8-3 start, Favre's recent past has been marked by mediocrity, more often than not hurting his team with costly mistakes rather than helping it with a late touchdown pass or key third-down conversion.

Recall the mere six interceptions he threw in a playoff game against the Rams in 2002 or his meltdown in the 2008 NFC Championship game against the Giants. But because it was Brett Farve the media, by and large, tended to make excuses for him or give him a free pass in ways they never would have for the likes of Donovan McNabb, who has been by far the more consistent, reliable player.

Favre is a good 'ole boy, you see. He wears Wranglers, drives a truck and speaks with a bit of a twang. That's appealing to some, I guess, though I suspect the vast majority are white guys in their 40s, living in the Midwest who relate better to him than, say, Edgerrin James, Randy Moss or Larry Fitzgerald, all African American stars, who at one time or another sported scary and very "urban" corn rows.

To me, however, Favre will always be a total fraud, someone who's monstrously self-obsessed and ego driven, even by professional sports' lofty standards. Furthermore, he's not "relateable" or someone with whom I like to share a beer. Quite the contrary, he's remarkably uninteresting, made even worse, of course, by the fact that he can't play. Retire, don't retire, Brett, I don't give a rat's ass.