If by chance you were roaming around midtown Sunday, you might have come upon folks stumbling out of Radio City Music Hall and into the brilliant sun. They might have looked a mite addled, like gophers who had just tunneled to the surface, but then you would too if you'd just been extricated from three days of full-on wacky.
It began Thursday night with NFL commissioner Roger Goodell getting serenaded with rounds upon rounds of boos, the vitriol gushing forth in geysers of animosity. The balconies were a kaleidoscope of disparate jerseys and those jerseys bonded in rare raptness, the fans demonstrating their extreme distaste for an autumn without football.
Goodell did everything but cup his ear while saying, again and again, "I hear you," and "So do I," to the...