[picappgallerysingle id=”10058612″]I don’t know how tight the NFL head coach fraternity really is, since the National Football League is a dog-eat-dog world and head coaches wear milk bone britches. I do know, however, that it is a small fraternity. It only ever has, at any given time, 32 members.
It is also an elite fraternity, even if you have to break into it in some God-forsaken outpost like Buffalo, New York.
I am sure that, when one of the members of this group is fired, every other member feels his own mortality. That is how one gets from sympathy to empathy, by being able to actually put your feet in that person’s shoes. It is an “ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee” kind of thing. It is the reason you can weep even at the funeral of a person you never knew. That coffin is calling your own name.