Thank you, Brett. I did not want to hate you. Since I was 12, I cheered for you. I bought your merchandise. I supported you during the tough times. I cheered during the good. I cried with you when your father passed away. The moment you would have put on that crappy purple uniform, you would have torn out my soul, took a piss on it and then lit it on fire.
Now please stay retired. Nobody wants you to come back in November. Legends should be idolized and remembered for their greatness. Not laughed at.
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