Big whoop. I've gone to work -- and more than once a week, mind you -- for well over 297 straight weeks. About 1,432, in fact, and without six months off every year. And I'll bet I've absorbed way more unnecessary roughness hits in the workplace than Favre, not to mention more concussions, albeit often self-inflicted, from beating my head against walls, desks, etc. So, color me unimpressed by The Streak.