Mr. Childress, sir, you are Brett Favre's supervisor. You are the one who decides who plays and who doesn't, and if you don't want interceptions, you're free to start someone else.
To put it bluntly, the NFL is no place for a 40-year-old Brett Favre with a balky ankle and an ego that makes him believe he no longer needs to train year-round.
Brad Childress cast his lot with Brett Favre this past summer, and it's too late for do-overs, even if the time is right for a change at quarterback.
The circus of indecisiveness that Brett Favre created has finally moved him into the realm of the irrelevant.