Since the aISU game, there's a scene from a movie that has been playing itself over and over on a loop in my head whenever I think about the offensive anemia & impotence we've seen over the last couple seasons or so.  

That scene is from the movie "Aliens."

Early on in the film, the Marines land on LV-14 to investigate the break in communication from the settlers' colony.  During the exciting first battle scene wherein they first make contact with the aliens, the C.O., Lt. Gormann, from the relative safety of the armored command vehicle, freezes up and in slack-jawed horror is only able to sit there and mutter, "I told them to fall back..."  
Meanwhile, his unit is being slaughtered like hogs, screaming, firing blindly, panicking, running in all directions, waiting for some kind of coherent command.  Regroup?  Fight?  Retreat?  Precious seconds pass and the death toll rises.  Ripley finally grabs Lt. Gormann by the collar and shakes him, screaming in his ear, "DO SOMETHING!!"

That's how I feel.  We (the fans) are Ripley.  KOK is Lt. Gormann.  The players are the Marines, directionless, panicked, firing blindly, casualties mounting, utter disaster looming.  

Or maybe Kirk is Ripley and we (the fans) are Newt, powerlessly condemned to watch the slaughter unfold before our eyes, praying that KF will finally grab KOK by the shirtfront, shake him, and scream, "DO SOMETHING!!" and take command before it's too late.