The new year is a traditional time for looking forward and for decades columnists have used the opportunity to write those "Things I Hope Happen" in the new year.

Not for me. I'm still trying to recover from last year so my list is "Things from 2010 I'm Not Going to Miss in 2011."

I could easily live without:

• Brett Favre and Brett Favre haters -- I never thought I'd say this, but the guy hung on one year too long. I don't blame him. He loves playing and the Vikings were willing to pay a lot. Who among us would not have made the same decision? But seeing him on the sideline, grizzled, gray and gimpy makes me sad. I also hope all those people who have somehow decided that it's cool to hate Favre climb back into their hole and don't show their heads until the day he's inducted into the Green Bay Packers Hall of Fame and the National Football League Hall of Fame.
• Tiger Woods drama -- I know I helped this along in my own little way. But I am now officially tired of all the drama. He really, really messed up his life. He paid a price, a big price. Now stop fiddling with your golf swing and go show all the babies out on the tour that you are "Still Da Man!"
• Jersey Shore, all people named Kardashian and Rosie O'Donnell -- First, nothing interesting. Second, nothing interesting. Third, she's not interesting or funny.
• Another headline that says "Bad Shooting Hurts Bucks" -- If there was ever a story or headline that stated the obvious, this is it. If the newspaper wants to survive, they've got to figure out how to tell us why they are bad shooters. We can tell they are all by ourselves. Give us something insightful to talk about.
• Hearing the phrase "step up" -- It's obvious, used too often and doesn't really tell us anything.
• Mike McCarthy ignoring the letter "t" in the word "football"
• Gilbert Brown on the radio -- He's not funny and he doesn't add anything to the discussion. Sometimes I wonder whether we even watched the same game. LeRoy Butler is as good as Brown is bad.
• National announcers who put the accent on the first syllable of Wisconsin.
• Donald Trump and Joe Namath. One proves that all the money in the world and building spectacular golf courses doesn't help lower your handicap. The other doesn't prove anything except how annoying somebody can be.
• People who rip Michelle Wie -- She took the best shot everybody had and has bounced back. She's on her way to becoming the best woman's golfer on the planet. Give her a break.
• People eulogizing Bob Uecker -- He's not dead. He's not even dying. He's one of our few national treasures. We don't need to talk about him like he's knocking on death's door.
• Any other mascot in the NBA pretending to be the best mascot in the NBA -- Bango rules. I'm just saying ...
• The WNBA .
• The uncertainty at the Milwaukee Mile -- We have now elected a governor who is going to advocate virtually unregulated development. Let's see him take off the handcuffs, get a board that knows what it's doing and return the track to its former luster.
• The Racing Sausages -- They've done their thing. Time to retire them and find a new way for a sponsor to get its message across. We can also do away with the Brewers so-called cheerleaders. Totally superfluous.
• Mixed Martial Arts -- I've said it before. I'll say it again. I'll say it till they uncurl my cold dead hands from my keyboard. This is a savage exhibition for savage voyeurs.
• Sideline reporters in football -- There are no ugly sideline reporters. What does that tell you why they have them on all the networks?
• Andy Roddick -- The great American hope is trending strongly downward. So what if he's married to a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model. Let's relegate him to carrying her handbag so we can move on and develop some talented American men tennis players.
• All the people who keep telling me "the beautiful game" (which is what snobs call soccer) is the next big thing in America; more people know Victoria Beckham than David.
• The hair on A. J. Hawk and Clay Mathews -- Long hair in dreads looks good on black guys. Hair on Hawk and Mathews looks like it belongs on a redneck with no teeth and a '74 Corvair without doors and only three tires in the front yard.
• All the OMC talkbackers who want to write after reading this that they could live without Dave Begel's column. Way too easy.