"Hello? Is that Mike Shanahan?"
"Yes"
"Hi Mike. Listen, we'd like you to be our Head Coach. You were our fourth, errrr, I mean first choice. Would you be interested?
"What's the catch?"
"Well, Trent would like to continue coaching the DB's. He'd also like to make all the personnel decisions. He says he's found this great prospect in the draft who can have a big impact in 2016 before retiring in the off-season."
"Can I pick my own defensive coordinator?"
"Well.... we'd rather not get rid of Eric Mangini. His wife bakes you see. Trent and I love her flapjacks. They're made out of muesli."
"Well what about my own offensive coordinator?"
"Well.... we've found this great guy you see. Lives locally. Steve Sarkisian he's called. We met with him last night over a Budweiser and he did a great job breaking down his favourite play using beer mats for receivers and a salt pot as the quarterback. Fantastic karaoke voice too."
"Yeah... wait... you're breaking up... CCCHHHHHHHWWWWW... I think you must be going through a tunnel... CCCCHHHWWWWW...."
"Mike? MIKE?"
**Dororthy, get Jim Mora on the phone. Tell him it's the Giants so he doesn't hang up.**