But it's easy to see why the players and coaches themselves have been mostly ignored. Nobody knows who the members of the San Francisco Demons are, and in truth nobody much cares. To do that, they've signed up to work for a certain type of totalitarian regime. Salaries are set in stone, there are no team owners, and NBC has free rein to follow everything. It's Vince McMahon's game.
Nobody gets a vote.
Fuck you for taking away the last shred of my dignity. Fuck you for making me your puppet, and fuck me for wearing the strings. And the rest can be part of the show. It took only two days for the San Francisco Demons to turn Pacific Bell Park into their own personal toilet. On the second day of training camp, the media circus was over, the skies had turned overcast, and head coach Jim Skipper could concentrate on the task of turning his players into a legitimate football team.