You people don’t see what goes on behind the scenes here. For every post you get here at KSK, the five main writers of this site plus Monday Morning Punter exchange somewhere between thirty and forty emails (How in God’s name Drew keeps up with his 20th-century Yahoo account, I have no idea).

Yesterday I promised the Krewe of Suzy that I’d get to work on something about Mike Vanderjagt’s abrupt dismissal at the hands of Herr Parcells. I didn’t have anything in mind per se, but any time a kicker with a multi-million-dollar contract — who notoriously got served by quick-witted king of one-liners Peyton Manning — gets cut like a line of yayo at Lawrence Taylor’s locker, I figure it’s worth mentioning.

But what was I going to do? Re-attack the “idiot kicker” theme for the seven hundredth time? Examine the Curse of Scott Norwood levied upon Parcells? Create a transcript of a symposium of exiled Parcells kickers, co-chaired by Jose Cortez and Billy Whats-his-face — you know, the young guy that sucked at kicking field goals a year or two back? I forget.

Basically, I didn’t have a good angle to effectively mock Vanderjagt.

Then I saw this picture:

(Thanks to Dave’s Football Blog)

And I rested peacefully. That pretty much says it all. A picture is worth a lot of words, you know. It used to be upwards of a thousand, but pictures have been depreciating a lot recently, so in this case it’s only a few hundred.

Anyway, sucks to be you, Mike Vanderjagt. Have fun on the Redskins. Haw-haw!