Oh My God!
If I am Jim Irsay, I leave the suite. I march to the field. I throw a white towel on the field. I pull the team together on the spot. I then demand Frank Reich jump into the pit of acid I have wheeled out on the field next to me. I tell the team, "this is what happens when you again fail to prepare, so how about you don't follow Frank's lead next week".
This team is a joke.
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