One Giant Disappointment
Sept. 5, 2008
Strange night.
As I’m getting ready to head home from work for the game late yesterday afternoon, I get a call from my daughter in college. Seems the school is being evacuated due to the approach of
Hurricane Hanna, and how would I feel about taking a little drive?
Erk.
The good news, as it turns out (other than getting to see my daughter of course), was that I didn't get to watch the game.
What I did do was listen to the first two possessions on the car radio before arriving at her school. Which as it turned out was more than enough to stir bile and summon demons.
Before the game even starts, we get our first injury, as Khary Campbell manages to hurt himself on the coin toss. I’m not an “omen” kinda guy, but that one has me muttering.
Special teams starts out great, though, as Mike Sellers pins the Giants at their own 14, and I’m thinking, “oh yeah.” The defense is solid on 1st and 2nd downs, but that doesn’t excite me, as that’s not our problem. On the first
3rd down opportunity—our Achilles Heel for as long as I can remember—the Giants convert easily.
In a non-descript car rolling down Route 64 somewhere in SE Virgina, a lone driver takes a long swig from his water bottle, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and says, “****.”
And as he already kind of expects, the Giants waltz down the field with little resistance. Along the way, they expose Carlos Rogers, Kedrick Golston gets hurt, the Skins can’t get to Manning ... and the NY crowd gets to celebrate way, way too early.
I’m slowly shaking my head. Not exactly what you wait eight months for ...
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