Your right-there is no hope

Like a climber stuck on an ice shelf and begins falling. Falling, falling. He gets to the lip of a huge crevice with nothing but darkness below. As he falls over the lip and down into nowhere he screams, and screams, and then nothing but silence. He's caught by the ugliness of darkness and nothing can be saved. We have no O linemen, no qb, no rb, no draft choices, no money for free agents. All is lost.