Today, Gregg Williams has his heart weighed by Anubis. Williams is in New York to meet with Roger Goodell in the NFL's impenetrable Park Avenue fortress, but Goodell isn't alone. He's accompanied by Jeff Miller and Joe Hummel, the heads of the NFL's investigative and security teams, and I don't know what those gentlemen look like, but I'm pretty sure they're hulking men in trenchcoats and fedoras who loom at Goodell's flank, and know 37 ways to break a human kneecap. Even more intimidating, the NFL's top lawyer Jeff Pash will be there, recording every denial or self-incrimination.
Basically, Williams is pooping himself. And with good reason. The scuttlebutt has "severe, sweeping" penalties in play, with Williams's name being singled out. At least one hyperbolic columnist is stirring up the prospect of jail time. That's insanity and inanity, but Williams is undoubtedly going to take the fall for an NFL hell-bent on showing it's serious about player safety.