I am reminded of this gem from Animal House (focus on the bold part)
Bluto: Hey! What's all this laying around stuff? Why are you all still laying around here for?
Stork: What the hell are we supposed to do, ya moron? We're all expelled. There's nothing to fight for anymore.
D-Day: [to Bluto] Let it go. War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Otter: [to Boon] Germans?
Boon: Forget it, he's rolling.
Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough...
[thinks hard of something to say]
Bluto: The tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!
[Bluto runs out, alone; then returns]
Bluto: What the **** happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst. "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...
Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic... but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons, but that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part!
Bluto: We're just the guys to do it.
D-Day: [stands up] Yeah, I agree. Let's go get 'em.
Boon: Let's do it.
Bluto: [shouting] "Let's do it"!
[all of the Deltas stand up and run out with Bluto]
Back to me....
I truly believe in a scorched earth policy here. Bring down everything.
The Colts referenced a whisper campaign about how everyone knows the Pats deflate balls. Fine. You're not the only ones who can whisper. I'm sure there is a ton of dirty little secrets out there and I think the Pats should go on the offensive, outing each and every one of them, no matter how trivial they may seem. I would end every visit to the podium with the phrase "Rex Ryan, tickle tickle". Put the Wes Welker conference on steroids.
I would move this out of the NFL's domain and into a court of law. If I am Brady I am filing defamation suits against everybody. And I do mean everybody. If Kraft wants to roll over, name him too. Everybody. I want all their electronic devises, all their e-mails, heck, I want lie detector tests done on the whole lot of them. And I would leak every single thing I find out about them. Roger Goodell has a little dick. See page 33.
And I am getting petty too. Not only should there be no banner raising on Opening Night. I'm waiting until a week before the event and then issuing an open letter to all. "As owner of the property, I hereby revoke Roger Goodell's and everyone else's access to the stadium. Showing up on the premises makes you subject to arrest."
I got more but I gotta calm down.