Something always smells fishy. We are all marooned on an island. Their chances of winning are like MaryAnn: extremely slim. They rely on a rabbits foot for victory like Gilligan. Instead of having one bumbling idiot, the whole organization from top to bottom is a Gilligan clone. They both have the same foundation: sand. Their draft picks are always a big bust like Ginger. The Lion's play like MaryAnn. They run like Skipper. Their owner is a coniving rich thief like Mr. Howell. Their cheerleaders look like Mrs. Howell. They always face a coach with the smarts of Professor in comparison. They always have backfield in motion like Ginger....