‘The early ’90s should’ve been Mardi Gras four years straight. The combination of such glorious talents as Jim Kelly, Thurman Thomas, Bruce Smith and Andre Reed formed a monster more fierce than the Power Rangers’ collective robot and stronger than the force of Captain Planet when those wussy kids put their rings together. These men were like gods among Mount Olympus: They could do nothing wrong, and they enlightened us to the true virtues of life, otherwise known as winning and throwing around an oblong ball.’