Thank you for your eagle eye(s) and familiarity with the outer reaches of the depth chart Mr. StyleZ.
And so my campaign begins here.
In this age of instant gratification and corporate responsibility someone MUST carry the can for last night's (albeit strangely glorious) defeat and that man MUST be Derrick Mason.
I mean Derrick Martin.
As this scandal - already being dubbed Yawngate by me and potentially others - gathers pace, and before Mr. Martin clears his locker, he MUST (sorry, my keyboard is moist with tears) answer the following questions...
1 How can a Packers employee respond to a 10-point deficit (about to be 17 a few seconds later) in such a crucial game with nothing more than a tired yawn?
2 How can anyone associated with the NFL watching “...this most unbelievable, remarkable, sensational, unbelievable...did I already say that...marketing opportunity, I mean match, in the history of my, I mean our, league.” (Jerry Jones, possibly talking about a different game) think “Jeez, when does the offseason start?”
3 Er, that's it.
So, Mr. Martin, please go and collect your substantial severence check, leave the spiritual home of Vince Lombardi, Ray Nitschke and Reggie White and I'll see you down at the convenience store next weekend.
Careful with those jars of coffee. They might keep you awake.
