Dear Brett,

I love you.  And I always will.  You taught me more about myself than I even knew existed.  You earmarked each and every one of my formative years with amazing seasons, filled with excitement and thrills. 

I watched in person at Milwaukee County Stadium as you played early on for Don Majkowski and blew people away with your passion and unending energy/power.  I witnessed you helicopter yourself through would-be tacklers as you landed on the favorable side of the goal line beating the Falcons at the last minute.  I tuned into every game hoping to see you do another remarkable thing that I have never seen anyone else do. 

I could go on and on about how much you mean to me.  But, allow me the chance to say what I need to say…

Why did you retire?  Why did you put us through that?  I will always remember where I was when I found out.  I have done my best to put the whole thing behind me.  The mourning process is almost complete… and then you decide that you want to come back.  Not that I am upset about that.  I’ve secretly been praying that you would.  I am just concerned that you put the Packers in the situation to move on and now that you want to come back they are going to tell you to move on. 

You cannot play for another team.  It just isn’t right. 

You have to give it everything you’ve got to convince the Packers to take you back or you need to stay retired.  There is no room for anything in the middle. 

I’m fragile right now, Brett.  I want you to know that I support you, but this is too painful to watch all this.  So for now, I am going to try to avoid Sportscenter… let me know when this is settled. 

-jim