I have a few friends who say the list is pretty accurate but I cannot vouch for it myself because I have never cried in my entire life. I am a real man. And if you know anything about real men it’s that they do not cry. But I don’t expect you to know that because you are not a real man like me.

If my eyes ever appear glossy (which is very rare) it’s because I am a real athletic man, and real athletic men, which I am, tend to sweat more than men with vaginas. Consequently, when my core body temperature reaches a certain level (a level much higher than most, usually around 120º Celsius) my eyeballs tend to perspire profusely.

My eyes may sweat, but I do not cry.

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However, after hearing Favre speak on issue, we recognized the sincerity in his tone–it wasn’t interpolated with whimpers or embellished with occasional sob-sister sniffles like usual.

He appears to be speaking the truth–though after the way his stint with the Jets unraveled, he should have made last year’s retirement speech the truth.

All things considered, Brett, you’ve had a hell of a career. Tonight is Wednesday night, which is pretty much like Thursday, which is pretty much like Friday, so I’ll raise a glass in honor of your retirement from coming out of retirement from the NFL.

And for those of you who were wishing he would dispel many tears like he did a year ago, we’ve provided what we like to call, The Unfortunately Difinitive Brett Favre Sob-Sister Gallery.