Marty's only real knock is that he hasn't closed the deal on The Big Dance. He'll get snapped up pretty quick, though. I'll be accused of heresy and asked to turn in my monogrammed burgundy-and-gold undershorts for this, but Six Flags Snyder ought to give him another shot in Washington. Given that Gibbs II is imploding faster than a rusty Russian submarine, I'm willing to cast aside 40-plus years of loyalty and get someone in there with a more steady track record.