Enough!

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You know it's the dog days of summer, when the only thing the sports media can focus on is Brett Farve. The Brett Farve network...errr....ESPN has given non-stop reporting, to everything from text messages, rumors from whisper-down-the-lane, he-said / she-said, and the grocery list Deanna Farve compiled for this week's groceries (cheese anyone?).

I know it's bad when I even have a Brett Farve dream. Yes, I can hear the gasp from you the reader. When my sub-conscious is dreaming about Brett Farve being traded, you know it's been enough of the Brett Farve media submersion.

For the record, my dream had him going to the Jets, which immediately sent my sub-conscious into thinking the rationale behind whether or not that made sense to Farve, the NFL, etc (of course it makes sense for the Jets).

In my defense, in my dream someone actually told me about the trade, so it's not like I'm perched in front of the TV or anything.


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