I no longer remember what I planned to write about before I watched the edited version of the Sunday night game. Shakespeare would not have words to convey what I just witnessed. It was the worst game I have ever seen in any sport at any level. The pick-up nerf football game on my middle school’s warped astroturf never sank to such depths. A bum fight between people whose nutritional intake over the last month consisted solely of nicotine and heroin would reflect more positively on humanity. I am understating it, I know, but this is as close as I can get.
For me it was even worse than that. I am a Giants fan, but I stacked the Cowboys passing game in my highest stakes Primetime league. The Cowboys won 40-0, but Dak Prescott threw for 143 yards and no touchdowns. Turns out I sold my soul, and when I went to collect the proceeds, I got rugged.
Of course, Tony Pollard, who I faded all year got two walk-in TDs. Of course, the Dallas defense scored 37 points in the NFFC, though — and someone should do a wellness check to make sure he’s still alive — the guy in my Primetime had them on his bench for the Broncos who scored four.
Sometimes the misery of others is the only thing you have left.
The Giants simply cannot block. This has been a problem for the last decade, but the line improved somewhat over the second half of last year, and Andrew Thomas has turned into a star left tackle. But Thomas played through a hamstring injury for much of the game, and now he’s headed for an MRI. If the Giants lose Thomas for any length of time, I’m confident they would not be a top-31 offensive line.
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