The worst thing about this model of the Motor City Kitties is that you get the distinct sense that no one has the faintest idea how to fix it--even if (and it won't happen) Millen gets the axe. Nobody from the Lions is saying it--nobody dares--but it is obvious that the team will have to be blown up and rebuilt from scratch.
Oh, joy--rebuilding. Again. And a metronome chanting "patience, patience, patience..."
You go ahead and do that, Ford family. Serve up the cornbread 'n kool aid to those willing to buy your never-good-enough-to-cause-heartbreak product. I've got better things to do with my Sundays in 2006, thanks. And I won't be alone.
That's the last thing I'm going to blog about the Detroit Lions this year. They didn't deserve the space I gave them in the first place.
[Update: OK, one more. This was too good to pass up:]