They stopped making them this morning. BB pulled him off the field early, he had seen enough. Can you imagine the team meeting today? "Umm, Matt, you suck. I can't even talk to you. Umm, Chad, seen enough to know that you should've spent less time blonde-tipping your dreads and more time trying to figure out where the ball might be. Umm, O-line, you make me sick. Umm, D-line, why didn't you just file your fingernails out there. You might as well have, with all the time you gave the QBs. Now get out of here. You all make me sick.