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Should Brett Favre unretire to lead Jets?

Charles HartleyBrett Favre, where are you? Hunting in the woods in Louisiana? Put down your rifle. Buckle up your Wrangler jeans.

You need to come back to play quarterback in the NFL.

The New York Jets need one. Their starting quarterback, Geno Smith, suffered a broken jaw this week. His teammate punched him about some money beef.

It's always about money.

Ryan Fitzpatrick is now the starting QB. He graduated from Harvard. This makes him one of the smartest guys ever to play QB in the NFL. All people who graduate from Harvard are smarter than virtually every else.

But does being a genius make you a great NFL quarterback?

You know the answer. You demonstrated during your NFL career that playing quarterback is about a lot more than having a high IQ. Sure, you threw the most interceptions in NFL history, but you were the league's MVP three straight years.

Life is a mixed drink. Put down your scotch and soda, Brett. Start throwing passes to kids on high school fields in your neighborhood. Loosen your arm.

What makes you especially well suited to return and quarterback the Jets is you are familiar with the squad. You quarterbacked the team a few years ago. Remember? That was one of four years in a row that, after you retired, you said you might come back and play.

Americans miss those summer days of high drama and delusions. Compared with TV shots of you all summer long deciding whether you will come back and play another year, Deflategate is a cheap gas emission.

Come back and play quarterback for the Jets, Jet Favre. You're old. We know. Your gray hair tells us. But you were old when you played for the Jets. Old is just a number.

The Jets are reeling. They always are. They go from the Mark Sanchize "Butt Fumble" fiasco, to Rex's toe fetish, to a back-up defensive playing coldcocking their starting quarterback during preseason and breaking his jaw rendering him unplayable for six-to-ten weeks.

This team needs stability. They need calm.

They need old #4.

They need the guy whose first NFL coach, Jerry Granville, called "Mississippi."

Come back, Mississippi.

Come to New York.

Rescue the Jets. Pay off Geno's debts.

Let's go Mets.

- Charles Hartley

Charles Hartley is a freelance writer who has had more than 1,000 articles published in a wide range of media outlets focused on humor, sports, business, technology and consumers. He has earned master's degrees in journalism and business administration and a bachelor's degree in English and communications.

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