I must say this ... WE MUST RETURN TO THE ERA OF THE BIGHEADS!
I know, I know, I have railed against the sausage-fingered ones more than anyone. And I hate the torture performed on my, from the theft of the Velvet Elvis, the re-arranging of the furniture, to the EMTs in the bathroom in East Lansing.
But it must be said ... we need our BIG HEAD HEROES to take their rightful place!!
As Ray Nitschke said, so eloquently, speaking of Spart-a-wuss and, I must confess, Brutus, and Purdoo Pete, they are truly giants, each calling each other through the desolate intervals of time and Interstate 80.
We may hate the institutions for which they stand. We may despise the positions they took during and after the Troubles. We may mock the sausage fingers.
But we must honor the Uber-headed mensch. They abide.