and then he will continue the long, slow descent toward that special place where seemingly all once-hero-worshiped athletes who can't seem to understand that they are no longer relevant seem to gravitate: The Place of Meaningless Oblivion. In a few years, he'll make a cameo appearance in a Mike Meyers flick. There'll be a few failed opportunities in the Terry Bradshaw role, or behind the mic or on the sidelines. But eventually, Ol Brett will end up finally divorced, back on the sauce, and looking suspiciously like a slightly less addled Nick Nolte in his DUI mugshots.