The Giants Have’em Right Where They Want’em!

The Giants Have’em Right Where They Want’em!

No question about it, the Giants have the rest of the NFL right where they want them: they’re down 0-3 and everyone figures they’re done for the year. No one figures they can the make playoffs now. And of course, that’s exactly where the Giants want to be: under the radar and looking deader than a doornail. They’ll probably pull that familiar, come-from-behind, rabbit-out-of-a-hat thing of theirs and finally make their move. They’ll probably run off a string of wins, go 10-3 for the rest of the season, finish 10-6 and go on a playoff run to the Super Bowl in their own, Met Life Stadium.

Really? Nah. Get real. Even I don’t believe that and I’m the guy who wrote two articles poking fun at everyone else for saying the Giants season was already over two weeks ago. Well, guess what. Maybe those folks were right and maybe I was wrong. Maybe, it really is over.

The once tough, proud, resilient, NY Giants may have gone to their premature and untimely demise Sunday afternoon in Charlotte, NC, losing 38-0 to a very mediocre Carolina Panthers team. And they did so without kicking and biting and scratching and clawing and fighting to get back in the game. Instead, they meekly accepted an ass kicking of epic proportions moving with as much urgency as the vacant eyed zombies in George Romero’s’, Night of the Living Dead.

The offensive line couldn’t establish a running game or provide pass protection against a four-man rush. The coaching staff didn’t help their offensive line with some quick screens and slants to offset the pass rush or try an up-tempo, no-huddle offense. The defense couldn’t stop Cam Newton and company, playing way too many snaps because of the offense’s inability to score or establish any time of possession. But the really troubling issue was the overall, inexplicable, passivity displayed by the Giants.

Unlike past Giants teams, no one showed any fire and no one seemed particularly amped-up for the game. They got shoved around and smacked around by the Panther players who derisively jawed at them — but there was no shoving and smacking and jawing back. The Giants — two time Super Bowl champs in the last six years — simply accepted the major butt beating with no discernible resistance. And while passivity and nonviolence are great assets in the peace movement, they’re definitely not assets in professional football.

And what makes this ass-whipping all the worse is, if there was ever a game to be amped up and motivated for, this was that game: they were 0-2 and about to go 0-3, they were being deservedly excoriated in the media, and even more than that, their head coach had just lost his only brother. The Giants were supposed to rally around him. But they didn’t. They showed absolutely nothing: no fire, no confidence, no nothing — no, even less than nothing. They didn’t compete. They couldn’t compete. And worst of all, they wouldn’t compete.

So, maybe I was wrong. Maybe this season really is over. On the other hand, though, these are the NY Feakin’ Giants — and you just never know with those guys. Maybe they really do have’em right where they want’em.


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