The longest-running summer drama isn’t over after all.

Brett Favre announced that he was ending his 20th “retirement” and would play for the Minnesota Vikings on Tuesday afternoon.

It was about as surprising as Jason Vorhees coming back from the dead halfway through Friday the 13th, Part 45, to finish killing off yet another camp of teens so stupid you could strangle them with a cordless phone.

It’s the story that just won’t die.

Most could see it coming, despite his protests to the contrary.

What happened to him after a couple of workouts tired him out? What happened to him not being able to take the pounding of an NFL season?

What happened to that deadline that came and went without Brett in Minnesota’s camp? Guess it went by the wayside.

Guess that was just Brett-speak for, “I really can’t be bothered with team meetings, organized team activities or anything with the word team in it.”

He didn’t want to live in a dorm, eat in a cafeteria and go through practices twice daily. He couldn’t be bothered with hanging out and bonding with his new Viking teammates and leave his life of leisure trapping coyotes and mowing the grass on his expansive property west of Hattiesburg.

He just didn’t feel up to it at age 39. So he conveniently stayed retired until the tough part of the training camp was over, so he could ride in on the Vikings’ private jet, cameras following his every move, and save the day.

Change that dirty hat, will you?

But what does this say to the rest of the Vikings? If you only had the reputation this guy has, you could skip out on training camp, too, and collect a nice $12 million paycheck.

There’s no “I” in team, but there sure seems to be one in Brett Favre.

And what does this do for the credibility of Brad Childress, now the world’s greatest enabler? His credibility has more holes than the 1,200-page health care “reform” bill in the House of Representatives.

Sage Rosenfels and Tavaris Jackson, you’re competing for the job. Yeah, the job of Brett’s backup. It would have been great to be a fly on the wall in the room when Childress broke the news to the pair once competing for the Vikings’ job at quarterback. Which is sadder? Is it Brett’s 20th comeback? Or that a 39-year old quarterback who if he was a car would be traded in under Cash for Clunkers is an instant upgrade over those two?

Speaking of credibility, who has less than Brett now? The boy who cried wolf or the quarterback who cried retired for the 50th time, three times this year, no less?

Brett wants us to believe that it isn’t about revenge against the Green Bay Packers. Right. That’s as believable as cap and trade not ruining the economy and jacking up the prices of energy.

It’s pretty obvious that Brett likes attention. Maybe a reality show is next.

Either way, pass the remote. A channel change is desperately needed.

Steve Wilson is sports editor of The Vicksburg Post. Write to him at Box 821668, Vicksburg, MS 39182, or e-mail swilson@vicksburgpost.com..