whatever subhuman dreck it is that actually approaches Max Hall's wife and shouts at her that Riley Nelson should start over him, if somehow I happen to be there at that moment, I will gladly accept a police record for the privilege of delivering a knee to your groin and a forearm to your weak little jaw.

Even if there was some legitimate case to be made here, there's just no place for approaching a player's family.

No - I'm not posturing as some kind of meaty brawler. I'm not anything like it. I've been in a whopping total of two physical altercations in my life (I have to say both went pretty well for me but that's mainly bc both involved counterparts who were total sissies). But if I actually witnessed a player's wife being verbally assaulted by some halfwitted half-fan, I would lose it.

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