I remain fixated on putting myself in Schottenheimer's shoes, and trying to figure out, "What the hell do I say today that isn't a lead balloon as soon as it comes out of my mouth?"
I know, I know... what the hell does Jerry say that isn't a lead balloon... but Jerry don't care. Or at least not anything like the man at the table who just had his career dream fulfilled... and yet... is staring into a dark chasm... fans despising the hire... and the ownership dead set on the Season of Famine for 2025.
I'm fascinated what a person could possibly plan to say in that situation that is going to give him some fulfillment, some breath of fresh air in a room of proverbial smoke.