T.O. must go.
T.O., get the hell out of my city. You greedy spoiled brat!
I know the chances of winning a superbowl without him are slim and none but I ask: At what price glory? I will not have my team turned into the Philadelphia Cowboys just to win the Superbowl. I will not have my team turned into what I hate and revile just to be champs. I will not turn to the darkside. Again I ask: At what price glory? T.O. must go. I take no joy in any of this. T.O. must go.
