In the wake of the Brett Favre retirement, Dr. Z. did a short piece on Warren Sapp and Sean Landeta who are also retiring but, of course, not getting noticed for it. In Landeta's half, Z focuses mostly on his longevity, but really makes Landeta out to be a sad loser during his various periods of unemployment.

"I'd go out to one of the high school fields on Long Island, where I live. No, I never found anybody to go out and kick with me. The high school and college punters would all be in school. I'd take a bunch of towels out there, spread 'em 50 or 60 yards apart, and punt at them. Just me, I didn't mind."

I realize it's a quote, but Z could have done something to make him seem less like the pathetic kid in high school who was scared of deodorant. Landeta worked for 21 years to erase everyone's memory of the punt he whiffed in Chicago only to be eulogized like that. The story also has a brief bit about how he landed in Tampa for the 1997 season in case you care.

But the real hate begins when Z talks about Warren Sapp. Z says he lost respect for Sapp after Sapp leveled Chad Clifton in 2002, but it's pretty obvious that Z never liked him and really just used that incident to justify his feelings.

Sapp didn't bother much with the run, but he was a problem for the pass blockers on downs when he felt like rushing.

You can say a lot of things about Warren Sapp, but I never once heard that he took plays off during games. I've heard sometimes he was lazy at practice, but smoking pounds and pounds of weed will do that to a guy. Not during games, though.

Sapp is a glib, witty person who will make a colorful TV announcer some day, but after that play I've never been able to think of him with any kind of respect.

He played as hard as he felt like in his four-year stint with the Raiders. Sometimes he seemed to have his old quickness back. Now he's gone.

Hooray!

What a bitter old dick. Sapp invited his share of controversy, but to completely ignore his contributions to the game and not even have a single positive thing to say about him is just wrong. But it's his opinion column, so he can write what he wants. Just like I can write in my blog that it is my opinion that Dr. Z. and his flaming redhead wife are the leaders of a greyhound prostitution ring. They go to the dog tracks every month, scour the kennels for greyhounds that are past their racing prime, buy them from their owners at reduced prices, and pimp them out to disgusting perverts who want to have sex with animals. In my opinion.

As a reward for being completely unlovable, Z was handed swimsuit model Brooklyn Decker as a writing partner last year. For my journalistic integrity and commitment to the Bucs, I got to co-write an article with Ski. Yeah, life's fair.