
McCarthy: What are you doing here?
Favre: I came to play football, but not for your team.
McCarthy: Dude, seriously, you're old, and that final pass you threw in the NFC title game ... despicable!
Favre: It was cold, and dark, and scary, and it was hard to see which player was playing for what team.
McCarthy: Dude, seriously, you have to leave.
Favre: But I have that itch coach, but you can't scratch it.
McCarthy: Leave, please.

(Five hours pass ...)
McCarthy: How many times do I have to tell you to leave?
Favre: At least one more time, coach.
McCarthy: Leave, or I swear we'll trade you to the worst team imagineable, the New York Jets.
Favre: I dare you!
No comments:
Post a Comment