He's crying knowing his last play in the NFL was an interception that cost his team the chance to play in the Super Bowl.

For that matter, what do you call 75% of what you write in this paper? It sounds like a lot of waaaa waaaaa whining to me. Get a life you sleazeball!

NN: Yeah, well, you ever seen a weasel cry?

There's enough real stuff to be sad about. Retiring from a game that paid you four hundred trillion, six thousand million, nine hundred and eighty dollars?

That's a happy time.

I point everyone to these words by Teddy Roosevelt:

""It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

Brett Favre was obviously one who was in the arena and attained high achievement and his emotions were the product of striving for something his whole life and finally giving up that which he loved most. The Picker and those who mock him are most likely those cold and timid souls/critics who know not of the things they speak of.

Watch out NN! I hear a GIANT SUCKING SOUND coming from your direction.