The sharpest, most dangerous legal brains on earth are folded up and stuffed into a three-block stretch of sleepy Tallahassee, borrowing strangers' desks, living on doughnuts, men and women who have negotiated treaties and broken monopolies and saved the dollar and brokered peace in the Middle East.
That's where I see a T-shirt, folded in a pile, with a brash, block-lettered phrase that is so mystifying and out-of-sync with the concerned image a nervous NFL is trying to present right now, that at first I double-take.