Why devote a column to Roger Goodell at the start of the baseball season and the close of the NCAA Tournament? Because I can’t stow it. He’s infuriating. For the $70 million or whatever Goodell’s annually paid by the NFL, he has the credibility of a snake oil salesman and the on-the-job courage of the Sheriff of Nottingham. He’s so demonstrably full of it you’d be torn between demanding a polygraph exam and sending him to his room without dinner. And the media, which share his fear of indisputable truths, continue to pretend that he represents the best interests of...