Gregg Doyel

That's right. They owe you money.

They owe you money if you bet on Jets games down the stretch of last season and made your bets thinking quarterback Brett Favre was completely healthy. Which he was not. He clearly was healthy enough to play, but apparently not healthy enough to play well, and the Jets went in the dumper along with his injured right arm. But they never told anyone, not even the NFL on the mandated injury list, about Favre's issue.

They lied, in other words.

Who paid for the Jets' dishonesty?

You did.

This is why I despise Eric Mangini. One of the reasons, anyway. He's a lying, sniveling, smug little weasel who took money out of your pocket. He's all yours, Cleveland. May you have the 5-11 record to show for it.

It has come to this for Brett Favre. It has come to him inventing injuries to muster sympathy. Unbelievable.

Come on now. You don't believe for a second that he really has a cracked rib -- do you?

Favre's agent doesn't know about it. The Vikings apparently don't know about it. Nobody knows about it but Brett Favre. The only player who tries to pull off this phantom-injury crap is Ben Roethlisberger, and nobody ever believes him.

Look at it like this. My man Philip Rivers plays a playoff game with a torn ACL and doesn't let the media know. Favre can't even play an exhibition game without floating the idea that maybe, possibly, doubtfully, he has a cracked rib.

He's lying. I'm saying it right now.

He.

Is.

Lying.