New York Giants, Fly High, You Know This (Ballin')

Before the game kickoff,
from the coin toss you could get your pass picked off
(interception)
You gotta watch your play action
guard your quarterback because Strahan will sack 'em.
Defensive line, Osi attack 'em.
_____ (was) the captain, [now Eli is the captain!]

GIANTS (Yeah, New Yorkers all reppin')
SCORIN' (Yo that's our main objective)

...........

Do it like Jim Jones
Fadeaway dance when you hit the endzone (Ballin)


I'm still trying to get this all in perspective. It's the middle of January, and I'm still following New York Giants football with more than a passive glance over a "Goodbye, Giants" article in the Daily News, which would only offer a grainy black-and-white shot of Plaxico Burress in front of his locker, holding a visor in one hand and a tee shirt in the other. I'm so used to that, to feeling like the Giants were as good as any team in all of football, but seeing the pieces crumble time after time after time. There was always something. Eli has to grow up. Tiki has to stop fumbling. Armstead needs to get more pressure. Collins needs to be more accurate. Wheatley needs to get more yards on 1st down. Way needs to touch the ball more.

But that's not here yet. And after the way things went so far this year, it may not be back. I'm not delusional - they'll lose, either next weekend, in two weeks in Arizona, or at some point within the next calendar year, and if not then, then the next one or the next. But it doesn't matter. Now, we have a future.

The craziest thing about this isn't that they went into Dallas and beat the Cowboys (which is amazing, considering the #1 seed hadn't lost in the opening round of the playoffs in the NFC since 1990), it isn't that Eli Manning is 2-0 in the playoffs this year, and it's not even that suddenly we have, what appears to be (and feel free, Massholes, to correct me if your linebackers are older and/or slower than ours) the best defense in the NFL.

It's that I think they can't be stopped right now.

Think about it: our running game is phenomenal. How in the fuck do you tackle anyone in 13 degree weather, much less a 265 pound wrecking machine? Answer: you don't. He runs you over - Callahan called it, Jacobs is a thug.

Referee: Touchdown, Giants!
Jacobs: (at scoreboard): I'm gonna git you sucka!
Owens: Hey! (sob) That's my score (sniff) board! (sob)

And here's Bradshaw, looking like a young Tiki without the smugness, getting six fucking yards every time he touches the ball. And sure, our QB is playing great. He's really playing fucking great. And let's give it up for Amani Toomer, shall we? I've never heard Boomer say this one, I swear: Amani "It's not a" Toomer. Come on. That's gold Jerry, gold!

And everyone's young.

I feel like a kid again with this kid. Really, I do. Don't be shocked when the unthinkable happens.

Shh.