Well, the NFL season is over. My NFL season, anyway.

Yeah, yeah, I know, playoffs, superbowl, yadda yadda yadda. I am an NFL fan, so I’ll be watching… but with the Jets and Giants both eliminated, my interest will be mostly academic. I will be rooting against the Patriots and Evil Little Bill, of course, and if the Cowboys somehow make it in, I will be cheering for them to get stomped as well… but there’s no one that I will actually be rooting FOR, which takes some of the spice out of the show. (Though it does lessen the tension considerably when you don’t actually care who wins).

The Giants won their final game today, crushing the disspirited Philadelphia Eagles to finish at 9-7. That’s the same record as last year, but last year it was enough to win the NFL East and start them on their Superbowl run, and this year it’s not… mainly due to tiebreakers, although the Giants annual second-half-of-season swoon set up the mess. Big Blue looked great today, on both offense and defense. So great you have to wonder who the hell those guys in the Giants uniforms were the last two weeks. They couldn’t possibly have been the same players. My G-Men are very hard to figure. They can beat anyone, and they can lose to anyone. They seem to play up (or down) to the level of competition. This season they dominated both the Packers and 49ers, the two teams most likely to be playing for the NFC championship next month, but they managed to lose to the Bengals, the Steelers, the Falcons, and the Ravens, and (worse) split with all three of their NFC East rivals. Had they made the playoffs, they could have been very dangerous… or maybe they would have been woeful. I never know. Neither, I fear, does Tom Coughlin.

And the Jets… oh, gods… the Jets lost to the Bills. Badly. Mark Sanchez played QB again, and was awful again. ‘Nuff said. The curse continues.

Looking ahead to next season, the Giants need to sign Victor Cruz to a long-term deal, and they have a big decision to make on Osi Umenyiora, who is scheduled to be an unrestricted free agent. Osi has been a damned good player for us, but I don’t see him coming back. He wants big bucks, and the Giants are not going to give it to him. They have Kiwi at LB, just waiting to move up to DE, and Osi has been starting to fade these last few years. He’s still a good pass-rusher, but not the sack machine he was, and he’s never been great against the run. Too many teams ran right around him this season, when he failed to set the edge. I think he has a few more good years left, but I don’t think it will be in blue. Maybe the Jets can pick him up. They need edge rushers. What the Giants need is more beef in the middle, a monster run-stuffing defensive tackle who can provide some pressure up the gut. Some young cornerbacks would also be good. Corey Webster fell off badly this year, especially against the Ravens.

The Jets… the Jets are a mess. They need to get rid of Tony Sparano and get a real offensive coordinator. Maybe Norv Turner, who is shite as a head coach, but very good as an OC. They need receivers. They need edge rushers. And, boy oh boy, do they need a quarterback. Maybe they can get someone in the draft, or pick up a free agent… though if it’s Michael Vick, as I said, I am done with them. They should be better when they get Darrelle Revis and Santonio Holmes back next season, but that alone will not get them to the playoffs. They need to hang on to LaRon Landry as well, he was one of this year’s bright spots.

So… a season ends. My seven-day work weeks resume.

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Life is meaningless and full of pain.

My teams suck.

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As bad as that blowout the Giants suffered at Atlanta was, the Jets’ loss to the Titans was worse.

As horrible as that Jets’ 7-6 win over Arizona was, the loss to the Titans was worse.

A hideous game. Too hideous to write about.

And the aftermath is even worse. Sanchez to be traded? (Who would want him? He leads the league in turnovers, and his salary and cap figure are through the roof. What would they offer, a bag of used jockstraps?) Tebow wants out. (Who could blame him?) And next season, the rumor mill insists, Gang Green may start over again with…

…. Michael Vick.

Michael Fucking Vick.

No, thank you. I don’t want Michael Vick on my team. If he comes here, I guess I root only for the Giants until the Dogkiller departs.

I guess I have only one shred of hope left to cling to. Maybe this Greg McElroy kid is the new Tom Brady. Yeah, he’s a seventh round pick, but Brady was a sixth rounder. Maybe McElroy is the real deal…

Or maybe the horse will talk.

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Life is meaningless and full of pain.

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You win some, you win some.

So… Jets and Giants both won today. That was good.

Admittedly, the Jets victory proved very well. They defeated Jacksonville, one of the NFL’s worst team, presently contending with the Kansas City Chefs for next year #1 draft pick, and they did not defeat them in an entirely convincing manner. Rex went back to Marc Sanchez. Who played… well, adequately. But after last week, anything would have been an improvement. There was a Quinton Coples sighting. Shonn Green ran… well, adequately. Gang Green is 6-7 now, and while it is true that the remainder of their schedule is weak, I am not sanguine. The Jets are weak too. I think this season was lost when Darrelle Revis went down. But we still need to play out the string.

Big Blue’s victory over the Saints was more impressive. Not that my heart did not stop a couple of time. The G-Men got way ahead, then let New Orleans get back into it… then, thankfully, pulled away again. Eli had four TDs but also two INTs. If he had avoided the INTs, the game would have been over much sooner. The real stars tonight were our rookie RB David Wilson on offense, who finally had his coming out party with three great kickoffs returns (one for a TD) and two rushing TDs (one a long, darting scamper from midfield) that showed why the Giants took him #1, and safety Stevie Brown on defense, who intercepted Drew Brees twice. Brown, an unheralded late round draft back who has kicked around with a couple of other teams, has really excelled since coming to the Giants and filling in for the injured Kenny Phillips. He is proving himself a real ballhawk, with 7 INTs on the season.

The Giants really needed the win, since the Redskins and Cowboys, right behind them in the NFL East standings, had both won earlier in the day. All the while I was watching the Jets game, I was watching those scores too. With 29 seconds left in the game, Baltimore was beating Washington by eight points, and Cincinnati was leading Dallas by two points with two minutes left to play. And both of them still pulled it out! Mutter mutter mutter. The Skins beat my G-Men by a point last Monday, and their remaining schedule is soft as whipped butter, while the G-Men need to face Atlanta and Baltimore in the next two weeks… I think the Skins are a real threat (RGIII is the real deal, and it looks as though they got a good one in Kirk Cousins too). And Dallas… well, who the hell knows with the Cowboys? But at least the Giants control their own destiny. All they have to do is win out.

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Yes, they won today. They beat the Arizona Cardinals 7-6.

In all my years of watching NFL football, I don’t think I ever seen a more dreadful game. I suppose I could argue that both defenses played wonderfully, but no, the offenses stank up the joint.

I had to keep looking at the sideline shots to make sure Rich Kotite hadn’t come sneaking back to coach the Jets again. But no, that was still Rex Ryan.

After Mark Sanchez threw three interceptions, Rex finally pulled him and put in Greg McElroy, who threw for the Jets only score. McElroy did energize the crowd, but he did not exactly light up the joint. It was mostly Shonn Green and the running game that moved the ball.

Will it be Sanchez, McElroy, or Tebow next week? No idea. I doubt Rex knows either.

Sigh. Suffering is the lot of the Jets fan. It’s all because Joe Willie made that deal with Satan at the crossroads…

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My beloved New York Giants cut their annual November swoon a bit short this year, aided and abetted by their bye. After [only] a two-game losing street, Eli and Big Blue emerged from the doldrums last night in the Meadowlands, thoroughly dominating the formidable Green Bay Packers and sacking Aaron Rodgers five times on the way to a convincing 38-10 win.

The most reassuring sight for Giants fans was Eli Manning, playing once again as he did at the start of the season. Eli had been badly off for at last three games, maybe four. It was great to see him looking sharp again. Hakeem Nicks also played very well, though he’s still a long way from one hundred per cent. Victor Cruz had his moments too, though he also had a couple of bad drops, which does concern me. Cruz is capable of making huge plays after the catch, but he seems to have developed an unfortunate tendency to look downfield before he actually secures the ball, which results in these drops.

The Giants defense also looked great. Five sacks, and they created plenty of havoc, with a couple of INTs and a fumble. Early in the game, coverage broke down on one play, resulting in the only Packer TD of the night, but after that Big Blue shut down the Green Bay passing game completely.

It was sad to see Kenny Phillips go down again. Last night was his first game back after injury, you don’t like to see the guy get hurt again.

Aside from that, however, a strong performance, a good night.

Life is magical and filled with joy.

(Kickass episode of BOARDWALK EMPIRE last night as well. Next week’s finale should be something).

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The Giants were awful.

The Jets were worse.

Life is meaningless and filled with pain.

’nuff said.

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… and full of pain.

The Jets avoided losing this week by the clever strategy of not playing.

The Giants, alas, had no such reprieve. They managed to blow a 10-point fourth quarter lead and lose to the Pittsburgh Steelers, 24-20. The Giants D crumpled when the game was on the line, sadly, but played stoutly for the first three quarters. This loss is on the offense, and especially on Eli and his wide receivers, who seemed listless and out of sync all game. That was especially true in that all-important fourth quarter, when all the Gmen could manage was three and out, three and out, and three and out.

Truth be told, I don’t think the game was even as close as the final score appeared. The Steelers dominated Big Blue throughout, and Eli never did get anything going. The longest Giant plays downfield were a couple of pass interference penalties against Pittsburgh, at least one of which was very questionable. And in the red zone, when we need TDs, we settled for field goals.

This is the third week in a row the Giants O has looked anemic. Unless we can turn that around, and soon, I think Big Blue may be piling up a lot of losses in the weeks to come. That is, sadly, something we’ve seen before with Coughlin’s Giants — we streak off to a nice 6-2 start, then stumble badly in midseason.

I do wish we had done better, though. An lot of people back in New York and New Jersey could have used a lift, after the nightmarish week they’ve been through with Sandy. That includes family and friends of mine, of course… remember, I am an old (very old) Jersey boy. I hear that half of Bayonne is still without power, that Brady’s Dock (once owned by my mother’s family) is messed up, and that First Street (where I lived for many years) was hard hit. Here’s hoping recovery will be swift.

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That was one horrible day of football.

The Jets lost and the Giants won, which normally would have triggered one of my “life is full of ups and downs” posts. The afternoon victory by Big Blue should have washed out the pain of the morning loss by Gang Green. Not today, though.

The Jets game… what can I say about the Jets game? They lost to the Miami Dolphins, at home. They are supposed to be a better team than the Fins. They beat the Fins earlier in the year in Miami. But okay, this is the NFL, upsets happen. This wasn’t just a loss, though, this was a drubbing, a humiliation. The Dolphins spanked the Jets in every aspect of the game. Offense, defense, coaching, special teams… oh my god, special teams. The Jets have Mike Westhoff, one of the best special teams coaches in the NFL, but today they got owned. A blocked punt leading to a TD, a blocked field goal, an onsides kick that took the Jets completely by surprise, big runbacks… it was one punch in the gut after another.

Mark Sanchez’s stat line will not look awful tomorrow, but only because he racked up some cheap yards and a cheap TD in garbage time. When it was still a game, he was awful. He held the ball too long, and when he threw it, it went high, it went low, it went awry. Not that it mattered, because the Jets don’t seem to have any wideouts who can catch it anyway. I have been a supporter of Sanchez in this whole Tebow mess, but I have to admit, I am losing faith. He seems to be getting worse, not better. Not that I believe Tebow is the answer either. Yes, maybe Rex should put him in next game. Hell, he should have put him in THIS game, Mark wasn’t getting it done. But Tebow is fool’s gold, he won’t save anything. We need another QB. What the hell is Chad Pennington doing these days?

So that was awful, but then the afternoon arrived, and with it the Giants. Surely they would defeat the hated Dallas Cowboys to avenge the opening day loss, I figured.

Well, they did. Kinda sorta. They won. Counts in the standings. Helps to solidify their grasp on first place in the NFL East. The Gmen are now 6-2 (actually, they seem to end up 6-2 every year, it is always the second half of the season that’s the problem), with the Eagles and Cowboys at 3-4 and the Redskins at 3-5. So that’s good. And the game was incredibly exciting as well. A great game, if you like suspense and don’t especially care who won… but for a Giants fan, it was agonizing, and I cannot even imagine how painful it was for any Dallas Cowboys fan (vile hellspawn that they are ).

It was not, however, by any stretch of the imagination a well-played game by the Giants. And I LIKE to see my team play well, whether in victory or defeat. This victory was a gift of the gods… them, and Tony Romo.

It began well enough, admittedly. Romo threw an INT, and then another, and then a third, and by the time we were a couple minutes into the second quarter, the Giants were up 23-0 and the talking heads (one of whom was Troy Aikman, an awful commentator, especially on Cowboys games) were nattering about blowouts. Even then, though, I felt disquieted. Romo and the ‘Boys were doing all they could to hand the game to New York, but the Giants were not driving the nails into the coffin. Aside from JPP’s pick-six (a great play), they were turning all these Dallas turnovers into field goals, not touchdowns. Settling for three points when you should be getting seven will always get you into trouble in the NFL. I have watched enough games to know that sooner or later the gifts will stop, and then the game can turn. NFL teams are like zombies: not enough to put them down, you have to FINISH them, shoot them in the head. Always double-tap, or they will rise again.

And so it was. Up 23-0, the Giants were driving when Ahmed Bradshaw fumbled… the first mistake that Big Blue made, and one that ultimately led to no points, yet somehow that changed everything. You could almost HEAR the momentum shift. And all of a sudden Romo was throwing the ball to the guys in the white uniforms instead of the guys in blue, and shredding Big Blue’s vaunted defense. From 23-0 it went to 23-7, then 23-10 at the half. After intermission, Dallas came out and drove right down the field to make it 23-17, and all of a sudden the blowout had become a game again (Even Troy noticed). Every Romo completion felt like a punch in the gut.

“I cannot BELIEVE this is happening,” I kept saying, but happen it did. When the Giants got the ball back, their offense did nothing. Way too many three-and-outs. The running game was not clicking, and Eli’s receivers started dropping the ball again, just as they had in the opener against Dallas. (What is it with Victor Cruz? He’s all-pro against every other team in the league, but both times we’ve faced Dallas this season he has a sudden case of the dropsy). Late in the third quarter, Romo engineered yet another drive, ending with the same bloody rollout play he’d used to score a 4th down TD on his last drive. That time he ran, this time he threw, but the result was the same, and suddenly Dallas was WINNING 24-23.

It was the biggest comeback in the history of the Dallas Cowboys, and I felt sick.

Fortunately, they play four quarters in the NFL, not just three. And the fourth quarter belongs to Eli Manning. Usually. Tonight? Not so much. Yes, the Giants “came back” to win the game… but truthfully, Dallas gave it to them with two more huge mistakes. First Felix Jones runs right into his own man’s ass, and puts the ball on the ground. The Giants recover the fumble, and Eli turns it into another field goal. Now it’s Gmen 26-24. But their offense still can’t score touchdowns, and the way the Dallas O was moving, with Witten and Austin, I had ZERO faith in that two point lead holding up. I felt marginally better later in the quarter, when the Giants tacked on another field goal and made it 29-24. A five point lead at least meant that Dallas would need to score a TD. But I still felt uneasy.

And with good reason. Sure enough, here comes Romo again, and down the field they come, and…. YES! Another INT!!! Four on the day! That should have ended it. Really. Truly. That should have written FINIS.

It didn’t. All the Giants needed was one first down. Ten yards. So they ran the ball, and ran the ball, and ran the ball, and got nine-and-a-half yards. Dallas burned all its timeouts, but still got the ball back. And yet another drive. Clock ticking, Cowboys driving, my heart in my throat… it looked at one point as if the Giants had stopped them with a sack, but a crappy bogus holding call gave Dallas a reprieve… they were still at midfield, but there were only seconds left, so Romo heaves this Hail Mary to the endzone…

And seven bloody hells, Dez Bryant CAUGHT it, and fell on his ass in the endzone with what looked to be the winning TD.

It wasn’t. Thank the gods, but Bryant has a big big hand, and as he landed the tips of his fingers touched the white beyond the endzone a split second before his butt thumped down. A bigger butt, or a smaller hand, and Dallas would have won the game. Instead the TD call was reversed, the pass was incomplete. Romo still got off three more passes (with TEN seconds left! how did we let THAT happen!!), but the last sailed high, and the Giants won.

Or rather, the Cowboys lost.

We’ll take the win, but really, this was not a victory to take pride in. Game ball should have gone to our Scottish Kicker, whose field goals counted for most of the New York points. The rest was Tony Romo. I am SO glad Tony is on Dallas, and not my team. The guy would drive me crazy. You never know which Tony you’re going to get. This game, Bad Tony showed up for the first quarter, but in the second and third Good Tony took his place, and was basically unstoppable. Fourth quarter the two of them alternated, with Bad Tony throwing the last pick, and Good Tony leading the final drive and lofting that bomb to Bryant.

It was incomplete, yeah, the refs made the right call when they reversed it… but there was no sense in which the Giants can take credit for that. They did not pressure Romo enough, and the coverage broke down in the endzone. It was pure luck that Dez’s fingers touched the white before his butt landed on the green.

The Giants had this game not once, but twice… and twice they gave it away. Only the Cowboys would not take it. Good thing, too. Blowing a 23-0 lead would have been horrible. And coming back, retaking the lead, getting that final INT, and then STILL losing on a six-seconds-left Hail Mary would have been even worse.

One of these days, one of my football teams is going to stop my heart. The Giants almost did it today. We really need to get that home defibrillator, I swear…

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