Dear Giants Fans,
I hope this letter finds you well, and that you're gearing up for a
great Halloween, or whatever it is you like to do in the fall besides
I went to see the doctor and I'm in pretty good health, though I
have to watch my red meat intake. So anyway, it turns out that the stillness I
have been experiencing, generally felt in the heart, is from this
You see, I have a lot going on that I just don't have the time to
worry about the Giants. I don't have room enough in my life to be coiled with 1-6
anger. Hey, believe me, I want to, but all I seem to be able to muster
up on football Sunday is a general malaise.
I don't get it, I'm doing all the Giants rituals I would normally
do during any given season. I'm reading any article I can get my eyes
on, I'm showing up at the TV precisely on time, and wearing the Mark Bavaro
t-shirt... Yet, nothing. Zip. I'm a shell of my former Giants fan self.
Then it dawned on me last Monday night. While watching New York
trudge through their first victory of 2013, I realized like I was looking
in a MetLife mirror. I saw the dead look in the Giants' eyes, I saw my
stillness reflected, and I knew then I was mimicking my favorite team.
I was putting out what they were giving me.
The Giants have been clomping through this season
like zombies, as you very well know. Guys are either nicked, on injured reserve, or just plain
zoned out. It's as if they are playing in a fog. Thin enough to see
through, but thick enough that passes tip off hands, or fly right into
the paws of a defensive lineman. Where are the sacks? I miss the sacks.
I'm surprised the analysts haven't fully written them off. Some
think they still have the ability to make a run, but the embers are running out on this season's
Deep down I know I believe that they are good enough, but the
point is it just doesn't seem like the Giants do. And that's where it all lies. Our superstitious rituals have been
exhausted, Giants fans. There's nothing more we can do to help. No
amount of rabbit's foot rubbing can right this ship. It's up to the Giants, and the Giants alone, to believe they can find a good stick to start stoking that fire.
(Yawn), sorry, it's that malaise again. I hope they find it soon.
Anyway, I have to go eat a veggie wrap now. Take care, and say hey to your Giants friends for me.