If you have to embezzle, and are caught and given your day in court, and the evidence begins to pile up like so much felonious dandruff from the giant itchy scalp of your misdeeds, you need to remember one thing. When the judge questions your shopping sprees, your extravagant travel, your cars and (yes, always) a boat (the sign you've truly eschewed logic for consumer lust), you must look at the judge with clear eyes and without apologies or shame say this: "I did it for football, your honor." When you are exonerated of all charges, we expect but a small finder's fee for handing you the key to your freedom.