Before we all share an uproarious laugh at yet another extremely telling look back into Hue Jackson's entirely inept tenure as the Regional Manager of Dunder Mifflin's Scranton branch...
...ahem, excuse me, I meant as the Head (in the clouds) Coach of the Cleveland Browns, I inquire us all to take it a bit easy on Baker Mayfield for the pettiness of his actions on Sunday.
Just imagine kicking off your professional career facing the pressures of being the #1 pick in the NFL draft for the most long suffering of franchises while taking senseless direction from a superior that's best described as a bubbly boob. If Ian Eagle's anecdote is any indication, the poor kid had to suffer through countless meetings that ended with far more confusion than they started with and - once Hard Knocks packed up its shit - he didn't even have a candid camera with which to share a deadpan stare that silently screamed "you've GOT to be fucking kidding me". Never mind the idea of accepting a job with a divisional rival, because you might be liable to hold back a hug from Hue Jackson too if he spent months happy-go-luckily hovering around your workplace without so much as offering a complete sentence of constructive criticism.
Anyway, I can't be in the minority in thinking we need a Todd Haley 'tell-all' as soon as humanly possible, right? There's not a doubt in my mind that it would take more than two hundred pages to count up the amount of times in which he frustratedly gave up mid-"discussion". I know an internal power struggle was what finally got the cord cut, but is it possible that struggle was caused by the miscommunication of Hue Jackson dyslexically misreading obvious social and conversational cues? I don't know...but I feel like I'd be incredibly entertained by getting a look behind the scenes of the NFL equivalent of The Office.