Brown looks at the people closing in on him.
"Oh, how rude of me," Grbac says, turning to the man in the suit. "You know Morley Safer of 60 Minutes, right? And that's the meat of my offensive line."
The four great uniformed men take a step closer.
"Two Sundays ago I had a bad game. I said so afterward. I threw two interceptions, and we lost to the Cowboys in overtime. I had a lot on my mind. My baby just went through surgery. But, hey, I played bad. Still, as a starter I'm 6-3, and this wasn't exactly the playoffs."
The offensive line grunts in concurrence.
"But you, commenting from 5,500 miles away, in Paris of all places, told the writers I was [here Grbac reads from a torn piece of paper], and I quote, 'an embarrassment to humankind' and a 'bonehead' and that I couldn't play in any new stadium you are going to get built."
"Yes, well, clearly, I was...."
"I'm an embarrassment to mankind? For throwing two interceptions? This from a man who used to carry a bronze bust of himself around in his trunk?"
"This from a mayor who had the brilliant idea this year of using gang members to patrol bus lines?"