"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more." --Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Tears, Idle Tears ***** You know when players, in any sport, it doesn't just have to be about baseball, start playing to save their manager's, or their coach's job? You know the story: a team that sucks all season long whose manager or coach's head seems inevitably on the chopping block and then suddenly, the team rises above their talents, or reaches them, flies above their station and goes on a torrid winning streak and either makes the playoffs by hair's breadth or just misses them but either way, giving their fans and the ownership reason to believe that the coach/manager can still inspire his jugheads to victory? Wayne Fontes practically made a career of doing that for the Detroit Lions back in the 90s when they...