If you don’t have at least a minor rooting interest for Adam Shackleford, there just may be a hole in your soul. This should go double for the folks down at the Chamber of Commerce. Here’s a guy who came to town with the impossible task of improving on the instant dynasty that was our indoor football enterprise and yet eventually did, made friends, got himself on a bobblehead, won a championship – and then got fired for his trouble. Rather than bolt town in a slow burn, he continued to make his home here, rustled up a job down the freeway he commutes to and has his new team in its championship game.