Dear Roger Goodell:
I think you need to listen long and hard to this guy.
I think you need to consider the damage being done to the credibility of your product, just so you can save a figurative handful of pennies. I think you need to review the tape of last night's Denver-Atlanta Monday Nightmare, paying close attention to the six minutes it took your scab officials to decide whether or not Knowshon Moreno fumbled the football, and the solid hour it took to play the first quarter because of one spasm of indecision or another.
Hear that, Rog?
Yes, you're correct, that is half of America laughing at what you've foisted on it. The other half, meanwhile, is wondering how long it will be until their hometown quarterback or diva wide receiver gets shredded like pulled pork because Mr. Last-Night-I-Called-A-Seventh-Grade-Game-In-Kansas is a little slow blowing the play dead.
Come on, Rog. Time to man up. Time to pull the cushions from the league's couch, gather up the loose change hiding there and settle this thing.
You're a multi-gazillion dollar enterprise, so you can afford to do this. Heck, you can't afford not to, unless you're willing to see your multi-gazillion dollar enterprise devolve into a national joke -- how 'bout that Saints fan/side judge, anyway? -- and make hollow all that talk about player safety you like to make.
Do it, Rog. Do it now.