DAYTONA, Fla. -- Your attention please, my friends and readers who are hard-core NFL devotees and are still in recovery from last weekend. You know who I'm talking about. The folks who wear their favorite QB's jersey all season, hunkered down in the recliner every Sunday with eye black smeared onto their face and a pair of 25-year-old underwear on, because that's what they had on when their team won that one big game back that one time so many years ago. Last weekend they spent football's biggest day answering an endless flurry of queries from relatives who hadn't watched a down all fall, if ever, like, "Hey, that yellow handkerchief that guy keeps throwing on the field, what does that mean?