Yeap. It's like fans want players to be cyborgs or some ****. Robots with no personalities, no life, no family or friends outside of the stadium. Just stash the players in the depths of Sun Life with the shoulder pads and bags of footballs. Cram them into a room tiny room where they're forced to enjoy the smell of each other's flatulence and consume only game film and raw steak. Chain them to walls and poke them with hot poker irons only hours before Sunday kickoff.
Certainly no dancing.
