It seldom ends with a kiss in the NFL. It usually ends with a kiss off.
It didn’t end well for Johnny Unitas or Terry Bradshaw or Joe Namath. It didn’t end well for Joe Montana or Brett Favre. That’s not how it works in a world as cold-blooded and heartless as the NFL.
It didn’t end well for Paul Brown either, fired by the team named for him. It didn’t end well for Bill Walsh or Bill Parcells or Tom Landry or Don Shula.
It seldom ends well for either the coaches or the players because, whether they realize it or not, they’re all what Parcells once told me — just renters.