Is my 'coming out of retirement' announcement any more preposterous than those of Brett Favre, Roger Clemens or Michael Jordan? I think not.
Year after year, we're reminded by the media that every touchdown, every dunk, every tobacco loogie could be the player's last. A tearful press conference is held to say goodbye.
Until they return the next season with a media-hyped comeback. Can you imagine if 46 year-old Jamie Moyer pulled this crap every year?
I realize the NFL delights in media coverage not related to a gun charge, but the Favre charade was ridiculous.
Minute-by-minute helicopter coverage of Favre's every move? For an aging backup with a five o clock shadow in grimy cargo shorts? Spare me.
Let's face it. Athletes are babies. And for some of these guys, endorsements, strippers and multi-million dollar contracts aren't enough.
They also throw press conference birthday parties to stroke the ego. The publicity-starved team that makes the risky sign gets ink and tv coverage. And the media have a lead story. Everyone's happy.
But I wouldn't have returned unless I truly felt I had something left in the tank. I wanted to go out on a high note, and I felt this blog was a good fit.
I want to tell all my fans that I'll make sure to let you know if I hang it up for good. But I promise to talk it over with family if I come out of retirement. Again.