And so the season ends. Right outside the Exit door is the harsh reality: the party’s over. We now have an entire off season to stand helplessly on the sidelines as two spoiled little brats in the sand box sling mud at one another. Players vs. Owners. Brats vs. Bozos.

Speaking of reality, when was the last time either the Players or the Owners actually lived in reality. As the unemployment rates climb to 10% and the economy is hurtling toward the cliff, these two factions will proceed to fight over billions. And what about the fans? Those are the ones the NFL couldn’t find seats for at the Super Bowl. We know by now. Neither the Brats or the Bozos care about the fans. Never have. Never will. So maybe it’s our turn. Let the babies have their little tantrum. Bring on Baseball. March Madness. Our families.The Masters. Summer vacation. The College World Series. And College football. The World Series. And, maybe, just maybe, we’ll be around should the Brats and Bozos come to their senses. But at this point that’s highly unlikely.