If it were written today, the audio book on Matthew Stafford would sound like two criminals trying to get their story straight during an interrogation.
Better yet, it'd be like watching a tennis match as it toggles back and forth between storylines at a pace faster than your eyes could follow.
Or maybe the best analogy would be a cat watching fish in an aquarium. The brightly colored narratives can dart in any direction in a nanosecond, sometimes disappearing behind a castle, waiting to re-emerge should the damn thing stop tapping on the glass.
There are so many places we could start, yet the injury-prone slant seems a great place to ramp up to the discussion.