It's not often you see a ransom note that comes with a return address.
But when that note comes from 325 Park Av. in New York City, it's not really a surprise. Because the characters who do their business at 325 Park Av. know the rules of a shakedown.
1. They always get caught.
2. It doesn't matter.
That's the only way you can account for the sheer audacity of the ransom note, otherwise known as the "Super Bowl LII Host City Bid Specifications and Requirements."
Even though the Super Bowl Committee members assured us their efforts would be transparent, they tried to hide this stink bug of a deal under a dubious state statute that delays revealing the pain for five years.
Now we know why. The NFL made demands of the host city so outrageous that they make Don Corleone look like Mother Teresa; demands of the sort that would only be made by the type of people who use the words "an offer you can't refuse," and mean it.
Free "presidential suites" in hotels. Free police escorts for team owners. Free billboards (for a game you won't be able to buy tickets to), free media coverage and 35,000 — yes — 35,000 free parking spots. These guys have a lot of besties, apparently.