In the slightly edited words of the immortal song "My Way", here's my open letter to Daniel Snyder:
"And now, the end is near, it's time to face the final curtain.No friends are left to cheer, the cases pile up for certain.You've sailed on borrowed time, you've hid and skulked in every byway.
"And now, the end is near, it's time to face the final curtain.No friends are left to cheer, the cases pile up for certain.You've sailed on borrowed time, you've hid and skulked in every byway.
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