The NFL got what it needed: Sunday.
After a week in which the public started to really see what the league is, to get a glimpse of just how slimy its underbelly truly is, it needed Sunday.
Because once Sunday arrived, enough fans who may have been mildly appalled at the racism, homophobia, misogyny, xenophobia, exploitation, and the NFL's lead counsel doing favors for the president of at least one team, turned their attention to the games.
They may have even gotten an early start consuming the league's product, those who were masochistic enough to endure Jaguars-Dolphins from London.