The spitballing barrage aimed at the Judases’ vulnerable fortification has risen to the point of forming a winter Alp.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been sitting around — which I do extremely well — enjoying all the chatter and prose regarding the latest stumblings and grumblings and conspiracy theories surrounding The NFL Team That Used To Be Here.
And the embarrassment it has become on two continents.
At no point was I shocked to the point where I had to get on my feet.
No matter which layer of this 21-month-old onion they peel, they find incompetence to go along with corporate tears.