Michael Scott? MICHAEL SCOTT?!? Of all the comparisons to make in the aftermath of Hue Jackson belatedly getting booted for leading the Browns to a winning percentage that compares favorably to a blind person's batting average, this anonymous player had to go with the most beloved of boss-type buffoons? Having witnessed his inept attempts to get everyone to like him while being shockingly unaware of both his occupational norms and his responsibilities as an authority figure on Hard Knocks, I can definitely see the similarities. It's just that they make him seem worthy of so, so, so much more sympathy than he actually deserves. Michael Scott was offensively bad at his job, but you won't find one loyal viewer whose heart didn't momentarily break when he eventually left The Office.
In all sincerity, it's not the Browns' well-deserved dismissal of their Michael Scott that makes this hard to accept, but rather their decision to promote their very own Dwight Schrute into his relieved role. Giving Gregg Williams, a man who was once suspended indefinitely by the league, executive autonomy is equally as frightening as leaving your company in the hands of someone who keeps loaded weapons hidden around the workplace, and if you think I'm exaggerating then be my guest and explain the difference between bounty dollars and Schrute bucks. We're talking about two dudes who are woefully incapable of getting along with others, but only one of them is a fictional and comedic representation of a petulant, power-hungry co-worker. The other is quite literally a lunatic who went from the NFL equivalent of the Assistant to the Regional Manager to having free reign over an entire roster of players that are about to find out that working for an unmitigated idiot is much more tolerable than working for a complete asshole of an insane person.