85 has been 86’ed. And if that’s the end of the line for Chad Johnson, that’s not the way you want to go out. By getting picked up for domestic battery after allegedly head butting his wife of one month. Safe to say, he won’t be needing that Hall of Fame jacket he made for himself. When it goes, it goes fast. Seems like just yesterday Johnson was the clown prince of the NFL: one of the league’s better players and one of its better guys. The dude who made cornerback checklists, did the Riverdance, and Fed Ex’ed Pepto-Bismol to the opposition. And everyone loved him for it. Well, that dude is gone. Actually, he left the building a few years back. This one gets no laughs, gets arrested and gets fired. You have to go to the plate with a plan. Especially, when the team is up front about saying you only get one strike. Swing and a miss. Adios, Ochocinco.