And that would be that both peaked in the 90s and should probably quit now. Recently one Sunday, I watched Brett Favre play football. Hours later, I watched an episode of The Simpsons. After cringing through both, I came to the realization that all good things must come to an end — if they don’t, they turn into old, mediocre quarterbacks and sitcoms. Now, The Simpsons definitely has more gas in the tank than Mr. Favre who refuses to let go of the past. He’s like the 40-something year old woman who refuses to stop wearing short, mini-skirts because she used to look good in ’em. The Simpsons is like her 40-something year old friend who looks a tiny bit better in those same skirts.