Brett you are the greatest QB that ever lived. My kid wore your number as he led his team to an Los Angeles Pop Warner city title appearance.
He would roll out and flip the ball to a waitin tailback in the flat when all his receivers were covered because he wanted to be you.
It’s time to be DONE.
Head off into the sunset FOR REAL and grab a shotgun and mow down some pheasants with the Mississippi sun setting on your back.
If you come back again, after retiring for the SECOND time, you will turn your legacy into a WWF routine.
Thank You for bein you. Now go the fuck away.