Have some federal judge tell the players and owners that until an agreement is reached, ALL of them have to work construction jobs in Texas.

Rationale after the jump...

Oh, you're not going to take a paycheck until the deal is done Mr. Goodell?  Well that's all well and good, but here's a shovel... start digging.

Oh, you think you're being fair, Mr. Smith?  Okay, here's your work-gloves and your jackhammer... Toodles.

Mr. Brady!  You think that the league has been unfair to you in their payment of millions of dollars to your big goofy pretty-boy model-marrying ass?  Well, here's a pick... get after it.

I just spent a couple of days wrestling 38 80# bags of concrete around, mixing it and getting it poured.  I'm tired...  My back is sore... My arms are sore and I am FIRMLY convinced that I made the right choice in going to school and figuring out a way to make my living with my brain.

As a result I am also FIRMLY convinced that if these greedy pricks were made to understand that they could play all the negotiating games they want to, but they won't be sitting on a couch in their air conditioned living room with their feet propped up playing Madden while they do, that they would come to an agreement in a hurry.