Swengali: Favre Acting Like a Prima Donna

THERE WAS A time not long ago when Brett Favre's circus would almost certainly have landed in Washington.

Mercifully, Dan Snyder's taste seems to have soured on ancient stars after Bruce Smith, Deion Sanders and — look away before reading this name — Jeff George.

When the Green Bay soap opera finally ends, at least D.C. won't resemble "Jurassic Park" yet again.

As much as Favre has meant to the NFL, the city of Green Bay and even the cheesy state of Wisconsin, I take the Packers' side in this ongoing saga.

Favre may be 38, but he's acting like a petulant teenager who can't make up his mind.

For the past several years, he's cried wolf about retiring — baiting the Packers to beg him to come back. The team got sick of it, so when "There's Something About Mary's" old boyfriend called it quits, they let him.

Since that fateful day in March, Favre's toyed with returning to the point where he demanded his release last week. The Packers have rightly moved on to a new chapter (Aaron Rodgers) but won't cut Favre so he can sign with division rival Minnesota.

How sick are Packers fans of Favre's childish act? A mere 200 people rallied for his return Sunday at Lambeau Field. That's less people than the number who watch the Nationals' games on TV.

Favre's a great player, but he's a worse prima donna than any movie star.

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