As the team enters the locker room after another disappointing loss head coach Jack Del Rio calls for the team to circle up and listen to him...

JDR: Well men we all know that we are better then that

MJD: No, we are not..

JDR: Umm, like I was saying we have to keep fighting and clawing and we need to win some games and get to the tourament

MJD: What?!?! The tournament?!?!!? Coach, we are mathematically eliminated, the year is over......

Karim: Yes the season is over, now is when we unleash the Dejibomb

*Rest of team boo's*

JDR: Well I don't believe in anything I can't spell and I can't spell mathemeaticly, so we still got it

MJD: *Calls agent* "Get me out of here"

*Wayne Weaver walks in looking somber and extremely aged*

JDR: Hey! There he is, lets give Mr. Weaver a round of applause and the game ball

No one claps and is dumbfounded that a game ball is given out in a loss

Posluszny: *whispering to Alualu* "Jack is trying to look good for Wayne, he doesn't want to lose his job"

WW: Jack please, do not try to impress me

JDR: Look Wayne, I'm juggling Mike Thomas!!!!!

WW: Someone call Cowher

*Out of nowhere the roof opens and a mysterious figure gently glides into the room*

Kampman: IT'S MEGAN FOX

Youboty: IT'S ANGELINA JOLIE

Gabbert: IT'S Justin Bieber!!!

*Whole team looks and shakes their heads*

Mysterious Figure: I am nor Fox, nor Jolie, nor Bieber...I am TEBOW *glitter falls from celing*

JDR: What? Tim didn't you just play a game.....In San Diego?!?! Why the F*** are you here....And why are you talking like that?

Sir Tebow: Well my peasant, I am Tebow, son of God and I am 5-1 so I can do whatever I want

Gabbert: Come on now Tim, you are horrible and you rely on your defense to win

Tebow: Wins don't lie pretty boy

*Gabbert goes to attack him but trips on his hair and is somehow sacked by Connor Barwin again"

Tebow: Well peace out boy scouts I'm going to go party with some pretty ladies

*Tebow disappears in smoke and gets a round of applause from a few players*

JDR: Well that was odd.....Just to let you know I don't care about anyone outside the Jags....I love this team and wouldn't want anyone else

Gabbert: So you would rather have me than Aaron Rodgers?

JDR: Yes.....Keep the faith baby

Gabbert: You are a psycho

JDR: Nope, I know that I trust my team and that they trust me....All of my current and former players would back me up

*Limping in with an ax in his foot former punter Chris Hansen enters*

Hansen: No JDR, not all of your former players like you......

WW: aaaaaaaaannnddd not all of your owners like you

JDR: Fuck the police, fight the power, I'm the sheriff in this town, I don't need no owner

*JDR proceeds to "dougie" as players start to cry/leave as they realize their fate has been sealed with this man as their coach*

WW: Jack, you're fired.......Ummmmmmmmm someone call Rhett Chrystal, he will be our next head coach, he will motivate this team

*BCC poster and draft expert Rhett Chrystal crawls out from the locker of Blaine Gabbert and starts dancing*

Rhett: HAHA I'm the coach, OK were trading MJD and Gabbert for Aaron Rodgers, then we sign T.O. and go to the promised land

*Tebow re-emerges*

Tebow: Did someone say promised land?  

WW: What Rhett why were you already in the locker room?

Rhett: Oh, I'm always here.....I got the Jags 411

*A drunk Joe Fisher enters partially nude with only a grass skirt on*

Joe: I'M BECOMING A SASKATCHEWAN ROUGHRIDERS FAN