This a part of the column is for these of you who’re Jets followers, and for these of you who’re Giants followers, who view all of this from 30,000 toes, with a cool eye and a colder hand, who’ve decided that the wisest plan of action is to root, root, root for the house groups to lose, lose, lose, and lose some extra, lose each sport, each week, till they lock all of the footballs in a closet.
To you I say: Congratulations,
To you I say: Nicely executed. The Jets gave you a scare there for many of the sport, and even pressured you to attend an additional 4 minutes and 55 seconds earlier than strolling away with a hard-earned loss. The Giants gave you a fright after they lastly acknowledged that the Saints are each bit as dreadful a soccer crew as they’re; all they needed to do was knock a simple 35-yarder by the uprights and also you’d have gotten some free soccer, too.
No want. Bryan Bresee leapt the Giants O-line in a single sure, blocked Graham Gano’s kick and hand-delivered a well-crafted loss to Brian Daboll as he trotted off the sphere.
