Jeff Fisher would be a cool uncle.
With shorts, flip-flops, and funky glasses hanging from his neck on a string, his presence is chill.
Yet with a bit of gravel in the voice and salt in the pepper hair, his aura is wise.
Fisher is the older relative you hang with at the family picnic, the one who gives you the best advice about your first girlfriend, the one who meets you at a small table in the back of a dive bar to toast your 21st birthday.
As anyone who watched the otherwise dull “Hard Knocks’’ series on HBO this summer can attest, Fisher is an eminently likeable 58-year-old guy who comes across as part surfer and part sage.
None of which...