Wow. What an ending.

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Good ending.

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"What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie? I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky. The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing; Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a king."

Am I being unfairly negative when I say that I find it highly doubtful Doug Marrone has the moxie to engineer such a squeaky ending as that? Where I see Sean Payton telling his huddled players “no penalties!” and artfully using the clock and the playbook to wrangle one last opportunity, I see Doug Marrone standing with his arms crossed and staring at the scoreboard with a look of absolute befuddled resignation.

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I think he can, but I also thing he stopped caring halfway into last season.

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