Where is Roger Goodell?
The NFL is a joke. The owners are pulling a Romney, making everyone miserable to save $3.3 million.
That's the equivalent of 3.3 cents to an NFL owner. Woody Johnson doesn't bother to bend over to pick up 3.3 million dollars. It's not worth the effort. Jerry Jones? He fell asleep at halftime, and he, in theory, lives in Dallas where it wasn't midnight.
Roger Goodell earns $20 million a year to do nothing. See, I told you that the NFL owners consider it pocket change.
So, where is Roger Goodell?
Hiding under a really, really big pile of money.
Sexting Mrs. Seau.
Holed up in a love shack with Robert Craft and Ricki Noel Lander.
Shredding all the proof linking pro football to traumatic brain injury.
Lighting the owner's Cuban cigars with 1,000 dollar bills while they take turns buggering him.
Fiddling while Rome burns.
In negotiations, with Archie Manning, trying to get him to impregnate his wife.
Spooning a drooling Jerry Jones.
In the ESPN chapel, tebowing Golden Tate.
Hopefully, I will add punchlines that are actually funny. I'm calling in the Replacement Writers to take over. Any ideas?