Jon: Men like Chip Kelly are the men we build statues for. They are tall and terrible, they are ruthless, they offer no quarter. Before the contest, you had words for your team and about your team, you shouted praises, you talked on and on and on about how this was your day, that you believed in your team, that you knew you were going to win. And then Chip Kelly arrived, and when he was done with you, all your pithy sayings were neatly reduced to soundless shrieks in Hell.
— Bois' capping paragraph here is as fine an endorsement of running up the score as you'll find, but we're the ones paling in comparison while reminding you that it's the honest ones who seem the maddest.